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Devotion  borrows  Music's  tone, 

And  Music  takes  Devotion's  wing ; 

And,  like  the  bird  that  hails  the  sun, 
They  soar  to  heaven,  and  soaring  sing 


NEW   YORK: 

DANIEL  DANA,   JR.,   381   BROADWAY. 

CHARLESTON,  S.  C. :— McCARTER  &  DAWSON. 

1859. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1859, 

By    W.    C.    DAXA, 

In  tlie  United  States  District  Court  for  tlie  District  of  South  Carolina. 


NEW  YORK  ; 

BILLIN    AND    BROTIIKR,    PRINTERS, 

XX,   NORTH   WILMAM  ST. 


PREFACE. 


This  Collection  originated  in  the  wish  to  bring  together 
hymns  breathing  the  true  spirit  of  poetry  and  devotion,  to 
the  exclusion  of  those  characterized  by  prosaic  feebleness 
or  morbid  sentimentalism.  How  far  this  end  has  been 
attained,  will  better  appear  from  examination  of  the  hymns 
themselves,  than  from  any  detailed  statement  of  the  prin- 
ciples which  have  governed  the  selection.  If  they  are  not 
all  gems,  it  is  not  for  want  of  earnest  search  through  a  wide 
range  of  sacred  poetry. 

As  this  Collection  comprises  between  three  and  four 
hundred  hymns  not  contained  in  any  one  of  those  in  use  in 
Presbyterian  churches,  it  may  be  supplemental  to  either 
of  those,  as  well  as  to  Watts  alone.  Nearly  one  half  of  its 
contents  will  be  new  to  most  readers,  being  found,  if  in 
any,  in  not  more  than  one  or  two,  of  the  (twenty)  different 
Church  Collections  which  have  come  under  the  Editor's 
notice.  More  than  one  hundred  hymns  not  found  in  any 
of  those  Collections,  are  here  distinguished  by  an  asterisk 
in  the  Index  of  First  Lines. 

About  forty  of  the  hymns  are  versions  of  Psalms. 
Where  several  successive  ones  are  from  the  same  Psalm, 
it  is  specified  in  connection  with  only  the  first  of  the  series. 

Several  choice  hymns  have  been  derived  from  poetry  of 
which  change  of  metre,  or  other  alteration,  was  a  necessity. 


4  PREFACE.    • 

This  has  been  made  with  as  little  deviation  as  possible  from 
the  form  and  spirit  of  the  original.  Examples  of  this  are 
Hymns  11,  21,  63,  139,  202,  334,  358,  443,  454,  456, 
458,  and  468. 

As  a  general  rule,  hymns  are  given  as  left  by  their 
authors,  except  where  alterations  are  so  felicitous,  or  have 
become  so  familiar,  as  not  to  be  lightly  displaced;  or 
where  the  only  alternative  was  alteration  or  rejection. 
What  may  seem  change  is  often  restoration  of  the  original 
form ;  as  in  the  beautiful  hymn  of  Addison  (No.  382). 
Material  variation  is  marked  in  the  Index  by  the  sign  f 
appended  to  the  author's  name. 

In  hymns  that  worthily  celebrate  the  glory  and  good- 
ness of  God,  the  history  of  our  Saviour,  the  consolation  and 
immortal  hope  of  Christianity — themes  kindred  to  poetry, 
and  which  many  true  j)oets  have  touched — this  Collection 
will  probably  be  deemed  unusually  rich.  Many  beautiful 
hymns  will  be  found  under  the  head  of  Seasons  of  Wor- 
ship, and  some  very  pleasant  ones,  appropriate  to  Special 
Occasions. 

But  more  attractive,  to  some  minds,  than  almost  any 
modern  hymns,  are  those  ancient  ones,  the  originals  of 
which  have  been  extant  in  the  Church  during  many  cen- 
turies. The  most  celebrated  of  these,  the  "  Dies  Irce,^^ 
(480  and  481,)  are  here  given  in  those  English  forms  which 
approach  nearest  to  the  solemn  grandeur  of  the  original. 
A  beautiful  sequel  to  this  is  the  "  Dies  F<7ce,"  (484,)  by 
an  unknown  author  of  the  12th  century.  Among  others  of 
high  antiquity,  is  one  (106)  by  Robert,  King  of  France, 
who  died,  a.  d.  1031 ;  one  (85)  attributed  to  the  Venerable 
Bede,  who  died,  a.  d.  785 ;  and  one.  (444)  dating  back 
even  to  the  4th  century,  given  here  as  lately  translated  by 


PKEFACE.  5 

:iu  anonymous  English  writer  from  a  German  version  of 
the  Syriac  original.  Two  exquisite  hymns  (76  and  2'2G)  are 
from  St.  Bernard,  born  a.  d.  1091.  Other  ancient  hymns 
are  Nos.  72,  73,  75,  76,  140,  156,  157,  158,  166,  1«9,  270, 
321,  and  453. 

In  later  times,  the  hymns,  two  or  three  hundred  years 
old,  of  Sir  Henry  Wotton,  George  Herbert,  Shirley,  Mil- 
ton, Vaughan,  Quai'les,  Baxter,  and  Ken,  and  those  from  the 
German  of  Paul  Gerhard  and  others,  will  be  specially 
attractive. 

These  hymns,  of  many  centuries  and  many  lands,  ema- 
nating from  different  Church  communions,  afford  a  beautiful 
illustration  of  the  essential  unity  of  Christian  emotion. 

The  arrangement  is  sufficiently  indicated  by  the  subjoined 
Order  of  Subjects,  in  connection  with  the  titles  at  the 
head  of  each  page;  those  on  the  left-hand  page  being 
generic,  those  on  the  right,  usually  more  specific.  Particu- 
lar attention  has  been  given,  not  only  to  the  general 
sequence  of  subjects,  but  also  to  the  succession  of  individ- 
ual hymns;  so  that  they  may  be  read  con secudveli/  with. 
greatly  enhanced  interest.  Those  less  suited  to  united 
worship  will  be  found  of  pre-eminent  value  as  guides  and 
incentives  to  private  devotion. 

W.  C.  DANA. 

Charleston,  S.  C,  Mai/,  1859. 


ORDER  OF  SUBJECTS. 


PAGE 

GOD 7 

CHRIST 40 

HOLY   SPIRIT yi 

SEASONS   OF   WORSHIP 96 

THE   SCRIPTURES 133 

MAN'S   NATURAL   STATE 142 

GOSPEL  INVITATION :    WARNING 147 

CONVERSION I(i4 

CHRISTIAN  FAITH   AND   LOVE 172 

"  PENITENCE,    DESIRE,   AND   PRAYER l'J2 

COURAGE   AND   CONSTANCY 207 

OBEDIENCE   AND   CHARITY 212 

MUTUAL  AFFECTION 220 

"  JOY   AND   PEACE 224 

CONSOLATION 2S6 

THE   CHURCH    AND   ITS   ORDINANCES 259 

DIFFUSION   OF   THE   GOSPEL 274 

SPECIAL   OCCASIONS 285 

DEATH,   JUDGMENT,   HEAVEN 310 

DOXOLOGIES 381 


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HYMNS. 

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GOD. 

1.       C.  P.  M. 

"  Praise  ye  the  Lordy — Psalm  cxlviii. 

Begin,  my  soul,  tli'  exalted  lay ; 
Let  each  enraptured  thought  obey, 

And  praise  th'  Almighty's  name : 
Lo !  heaven  and  earth,  and  seas  and  skies, 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 

To  swell  th'  inspiring  theme. 

Ye  angels,  catch  the  thrilling  sound, 
While  all  th'  adorino-  thrones  around 

His  boundless  mercy  sing : 
Let  every  listening  saint  al:)Ove 
Wake  all  the  tuneful  soul  of  love, 

And  touch  the  sweetest  strino-. 


"©• 


3  Let  every  element  rejoice  ; 

Ye  thunders,  burst  with  awful  voice 

To  him  who  bids  you  roll: 
His  praise,  in  softer  notes,  declare 
Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air, 

And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 


GOD   IN   NATURE 


4  AVake,  all  ye  soaring  tribes,  and  sing ; 
Ye  cheerful. warblers  of  the  sj^ring, 

Harmonious  anthems  raise 
To  him,  who  shaped  your  finer  mould — 
Who  tipp'd  your  glittering  wings  with  gold, 

And  tuned"  your  voice  to  praise. 

5  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  swayed, 
The  feeling  heart,  the  judging  head. 

In  heavenly  praise  employ  ; 
Spread  the  Creator's  name  around. 
Till  heaven's  broad  arch  rino-  back  the  sound — 

The  general  burst  of  joy. 

2.       L.  M.     61. 
Psalm  xix. 

1  TiiY  glory.  Lord,  the  heavens  declare — 

The  firmament  displays  thy  skill ; 
The  changing  clouds,  the  viewless  air. 

Tempest  and  calm,  thy  word  fulfil : 
Day  unto  day  doth  utter  speech. 
And  night  to  night  thy  knowledge  teach. 

2  Though  voice  nor  sound  inform  the  ear. 

Well  known  the  language  of  their  song, 
When  one  by  one  the  stars  appear. 

Led  by  the  silent  moon  along. 
Till  round  the  earth,  from  all  the  sky 
Thy  beauty  beams  on  every  eye. 

3  While  these  transporting  visions  shine 

Along  the  path  of  Providence, 
Glory  eternal,  joy  divine 

Thy  Word  reveals,  transcending  sense : 


O.MNIPJIESENT. 


My  soul  thy  goodness  longs  to  see — 
Thy  love  to  man,  thy  love  to  me. 


3.       L.  M. 

1  The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 

And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail. 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth. 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  l)irth  ; — 

4  Whilst  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn. 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  joole. 

5  What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  this  dark,  terrestrial  ball ; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found ; 

6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice. 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice ; 
Forever  singing  as  they  shine, 

"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 
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10  GOD    IN   NATURE 

4.         C.    M. 

1  The  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all ; 

His  station  who  can  find  ? 
I  hear  him  in  the  waterfall ; 
I  hear  him  in  the  wind. 

2  If  in  the  gloom  of  night  I  shroud, 

His  face  I  cannot  fly ; 
I  see  him  in  the  evening  cloud, 
And  in  the  midnight  sky. 

3  He  lives,  he  reigns,  in  every  land, 

From  winter's  polar  snows. 
To  where,  across  the  burning  sand. 
The  blasting  meteor  glows. 

4.  He  smiles,  we  live ;  he  frowns,  we  die 
We  hang  upon  his  word; 
He  rears  his  red  right  hand  on  high. 
And  ruin  bares  his  sword. 

5  He  l)ids  his  blasts  the  fields  deform ; 
Then,  when  his  thunders  cease. 
He  paints  his  rainl^ow  on  the  storm. 
And  smiles  the  winds  to  peace. 


5.       C.  M.     61. 

Beyond,  l)eyond  that  l)oundless  sea, 
Above  that  dome  of  sky. 

Further  tlian  tliought  itself  can  flee. 
Thy  dwelling  is  on  high : 


OMNIPRESENT.  11 

Yet  dear  the  awful  thought  to  me, 
That  thou,  my  God,  art  nigh : — 

Art  nigh,  and  yet  my  Lab'ring  mind 

Feels  after  thee  in  vain. 
Thee  in  these  works  of  power  to  find, 

Or  to  thy  seat  attain. 
Thy  messenger,  the  stormy  wind ; 

Thy  path  the  trackless  main : — 

These  speak  of  thee  with  loud  acclaim  ; 

They  thunder  forth  thy  praise. 
The  glorious  honor  of  thy  name, 

The  wonders  of  thy  ways : 
But  thou  art  not  in  tempest-flame. 

Nor  in  the  noontide  blaze. 

We  hear  thy  voice  when  thunders  roll 
Through  the  wide  fields  of  air ; 

The  waves  obey  thy  dread  control ; 
But  still,  thou  art  not  there : 

Where  shall  I  find  him,  O  my  soul ! 
Who  yet  is  every  where  ? 

Oh  !  not  in  circling  depth  or  height, 

But  in  the  conscious  breast. 
Present  to  faith,  though  veiled  from  sight. 

There  doth  his  Spirit  rest : 
Oh,  come,  thou  Presence  infinite ! 

And  make  thy  creature  blest. 


12  GOD    IN    NATURE 


6.  L.    M.       61. 


Thou  art,  O  God,  the  life  and  light 
Of  all  this  wondrous  world  we  see : 

Its  glow  by  day,  its  smile  by  night, 
Are  but  reflections  caught  from  thee ; 

Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine. 

And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 

When  day,  with  farewell  beam,  delays 
Among  the  opening  clouds  of  even, 

And  we  can  almost  think  we  gaze, 

Through  opening  vistas,  into  heaven — 

Those  hues  that  mark  the  sun's  decline, 

So  soft,  so  radiant.  Lord,  are  thine. 

When  night,  with  wings  of  starry  gloom, 
O'ershadows  all  the  earth  and  skies, 

Like  some  dark,  beauteous  bird,  whose  plume 
Is  sparkling  with  unnumbered  eyes — 

That  sacred  gloom,  those  fires  divine. 

So  grand,  so  countless.  Lord,  are  thine. 

When  youthful  spring  around  us  breathes, 
Thy  Spirit  warms  her  fragrant  sigh ; 

And  every  flower  that  summer  wreathes 
Is  born  beneath  thy  kindling  eye : 

Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 

And  all  thino's  fair  and  brisrht  are  thine. 


"O 


7.       0.  M. 

1  I  snsTG  th'  almighty  power  of  God, 
That  made  the  moiintains  rise — 


OMNIPRESENT.  13 

That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sino;  the  wisdom  that  ordained 

The  sun  to  rule  the  day ; 
The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  filled  the  earth  with  food ; 
He  formed  the  creatures  with  his  word. 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

4  Lord,  how  thy  wonders  are  displayed 

Where'er  I  turn  mine  eye ; 
If  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread. 
Or  gaze  upon  the  sky ! 

5  There's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below 

But  makes  thy  glories  known ; 
And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow. 
By  order  from  thy  throne. 

6  Creatures,  as  num'rous  as  they  be. 

Are  subject  to  thy  care : 
There's  not  a  jA'dce  where  we  can  flee 
But  God  is  present  there. 

8.       L.  M. 

1  God  of  the  earth's  extended  plains  ! 
The  dark,  green  fields  contented  lie ; 
The  mountains  rise  like  holy  towers, 

Where  man  might  commune  with  the  sky  ; 


14  GOD    IN    NATURE 

The  tall  cliff  cliallenges  the  storm 
That  lowers  upon  the  vale  below, 

Where  shaded  fouutains  send  their  streams, 
With  joyous  music  in  their  flow. 

2  God  of  the  lisrht  and  viewless  air ! 

Where  summer  breezes  sweetly  flow, 
Or,  gathering  in  their  angry  might, 

The  fierce  and  wintry  tempests  blow ; 
All — from  the  evening's  plaintive  sigh, 

That  hardly  lifts  the  drooping  flower. 
To  the  wild  whirlwind's  midnight  cry, 

Bi'eathe  forth  the  language  of  thy  power. 

3  God  of  the  fair  and  open  sky ! 

How  gloriously  above  us  springs 
The  tented  dome  of  heavenly  blue. 

Suspended  on  the  rainbow's  rings  ! 
Each  brilliant  star  that  sparkles  througli, 

Each  gilded  cloud  that  wanders  free, 
In  evening's  purple  radiance,  gives 

The  beauty  of  its  praise  to  thee. 

4  God  of  the  rolling  orbs  above ! 

Thy  name  is  written  clearly  bright 
In  the  w^arm  day's  unvarying  blaze. 

Or  evening's  golden  shower  of  light  ; 
For  every  fire  that  fronts  the  sun, 

And  every  spark  that  walks  alone 
Around  tlie  utmost  verge  of  heaven. 

Were  kindled  at  thy  burning  throne. 

5  God  of  the  world !  the  hour  must  come. 

And  Nature's  self  to  dust  return  ; 


OMNIPKKSENT. 


Her  crumbling  altai's  must  decay, 
Her  incense  fires  shall  cease  to  burn : 

But  still  lier  grand  and  lovely  scenes 
Have  made  man's  warmest  j)raises  flow ; 

For  liearts  grow  holier  as  they  trace 
The  beauty  of  thy  world  below. 

9.       L.  M. 

1  Thy  heaven,  on  which  'tis  bliss  to  look, 
Shall  be  my  pure  and  shining  book, 
Where  I  can  read,  in  words  of  flame, 
The  glories  of  Thy  wondrous  name. 

2  There's  nothing  bright,  above,  below, 
From  flowers  that  bloom,  to  stars  that  glow, 
But  in  its  light  my  soul  can  see 

Some  feature  of  thy  Deity. 

3  There's  nothing  dark,  below,  above. 
But  in  its  gloom  I  trace  thy  love. 
And  meekly  wait  that  moment  when 
Thy  touch  shall  turn  all  bright  again. 

10.      C.  M. 

1  The  God  of  nature  and  of  grace 

In  all  his  works  appeal's ; 
His  goodness  through  the  earth  we  trace. 
His  grandeur  in  the  spheres. 

2  Behold  this  fair  and  fertile  globe. 

By  him  in  wisdom  plann'd ; 
'Twas  he  who  girded,  like  a  robe, 
The  ocean  round  the  land. 


16  (;()l)    JN    NATURE 

3  Lift  to  the  arcli  of  heaven  your  eye, 

Thither  his  path  pursue  ; 
His  glory,  boundless  as  the  sky, 
O'erwhelms  the  wond'rino;  view. 

4  He  bows  the  heavens ;  the  mountains  stand. 

A  highway  for  our  God : 
He  walks  amid  the  desert  land ; 
'Tis  Eden  where  he  trod. 

5  The  forests  in  his  strength  rejoice  ; 

Hark  !  on  the  evening  bi-eeze. 
As  once  of  old,  the  "  Lord  God's  voice  " 
Is  heard  among  tlie  trees. 

6  If  God  hath  made  this  world  so  fair. 

Where  sin  and  death  abound, 
How  beautiful  beyond  compare 
Will  Paradise  be  found  ! 

11.       L.  M. 

1  I  EEAD  Thy  name  emblazon'd  high 
With  golden  letters  on  the  sky ; 
The  mystic  character's  I  see 

In  every  flower,  on  every  tree. 

2  With  thee  in  solitudes  I  walk. 
With  thee  in  crowded  cities  talk ; 
In  every  creature  own  thy  power. 
In  each  event  thy  will  adore. 

3  If  in  a  vale  of  tears  I  stray, 

Where  frequent  thorns  perplex  my  way, 
Tliy  promises  shall  cheer  my  soul, 
Tliy  ])recepts  guide,  thy  fear  control. 


OMNIPRESENT.  17 

4  Still  let  me  all  thy  goodness  see, 
And,  strong  in  faith,  repose  on  thee ; 
Teach  me  to  fix  my  hopes  on  high, 
To  live  to  thee,  in  thee  to  die. 

12.  C.  M. 

1  I  SEE  Him  in  his  works  of  might — 

The  air,  the  wave,  the  shore ; 
I  see  him  in  the  lightning's  flame, 
I  hear  his  thunder  roar. 

2  Whilst  those  who  will  not  read  his  name, 

In  stupid  marvel  gaze ; 
I  know  His  might,  who  earth  shall  fire 
In  one  stupendous  blaze. 

3  I  see  my  Father's  touch  of  flame, 

My  Father's  voice  I  own  ; 
I  look  beyond  the  black'ning  cloud 
Up  to  his  mercy's  throne  : 

4  There  plead  his  grace,  who  died  for  me, 

And  lives  for  me  above ; 
And  smile  to  see  almighty  power 
Curb'd  by  almighty  love. 

13.  L.  M. 

1  This  world,  O  God,  like  that  above. 
Is  bright  to  those  who  know  thy  love ; 
Where'er  they  dwell,  they  dwell  with  thee, 
In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 

2  To  me  remains  nor  place,  nor  time. 
My  country  is  in  every  clime : 


18  GOD   IN   NATURE 

I  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

3  While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none ; 

But  with  my  God  to  guide  my  way, 
'Tis  equal  joy,  to  go  or  stay. 

4  Could  I  be  cast  where  thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot ; 
But  regions  none  remote  I  call. 
Secure  of  findiuir  God  in  all. 


14.       C.  M. 

1  Jeiiovait,  God  !  thy  gracious  power 

On  every  hand  we  see ; 
Oh,  may  the  blessings  of  each  hour 
Lead  all  our  thousfhts  to  thee  ! 

2  If,  on  the  wings  of  morn,  we  speed 

To  earth's  remotest  bound. 
Thy  hand  will  there  our  footsteps  lead, 
Thy  love  our  path  surround. 

3  Thy  power  is  in  the  ocean  deeps. 

And  reaches  to  the  skies ; 
Thine  eye  of  mercy  never  sleeps. 
Thy  goodness  never  dies. 

4  From  morn  till  noon — till  latest  eve. 

Thy  hand,  O  God,  we  see ; 
And  all  the  blessings  we  receive. 
Proceed  alone  from  thee. 


OMNIPRESENT.  19 

5  In  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time, 
On  thee  our  hopes  depend ; 
Through  every  age,  in  every  clime. 
Our  Father,  and  our  Friend. 

15.      a  M. 

1  Eteenal  Wisdom,  thee  we  praise ; 

Thee  the  creation  sings : 
With  thy  lov'd  name,  rocks,  hills,  and  seas, 
And  heaven's  high  palace  rings. 

2  Thy  hand, — how  wide  it  spread  the  sky ! 

How  glorious  to  l^ehold  ! 
Ting'd  with  a  blue  of  heavenly  dye, 
And  starr'd  with  sparkling  gold. 

3  Thy  glories  blaze,  all  nature  round. 

And  strike  the  gazing  sight. 
Through  skies,  and  seas,  and  solid  ground, 
With  terror  and  delio'ht. 

4  Infinite  strength,  and  equal  skill. 

Shine  through  the  worlds  abroad ; 
Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill. 
And  speak  the  builder — God. 

5  But  still  the  wonders  of  thy  grace 

Our  softer  passions  move  ; 
Pity  divine,  in  Jesus'  face. 
We  see,  adore,  and  love. 

16.       L.  M.    81. 

The  living  temple. 

1  Not  in  the  world  of  light  alone. 

Where  God  has  built  his  blazing  throne ; 


20  GOD    IN   NATURE. 

Nor  yet  alone  in  eartli  below, 
With  belted  seas  that  come  and  go, 
And  endless  isles  of  sunlit  green, 
Is  all  thy  Maker's  glory  seen : 
Look  in  upon  tliy  wondrous  frame — 
Eternal  wisdom  still  the  same ! 

2  O  Father !  grant  thy  love  divine 
To  make  these  mystic  temples  thine ! 
When  wasting  age  and  wearying  strife 
Have  sapped  the  leaning  walls  of  life. 
When  darkness  gathers  over  all, 
And  the  last  tottering  pillars  fall. 
Take  the  poor  dust  thy  mercy  warms 
And  mould  it  into  heavenly  forms ! 

17.       C.  M. 

1  The  Lord  our  God  is  full  of  might. 

The  winds  obey  his  will ; 
He  speaks,  and  in  his  heavenly  height 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Rebel,  ye  waves — and  o'er  the  land 

With  threatening  aspect  roar ! 
The  Lord  uplifts  his  awful  hand 
And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

3  Howl,  winds  of  night !  your  force  combuie  ! 

Without  his  high  behest. 
Ye  shall  not  in  the  mountain  pine 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar. 

In  distant  peals  it  dies : 


GOD   OMNIPOTENT.  21 

He  yokes  the  whirlwinds  to  his  car 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations,  bend — in  reverence  bend  ; 
Ye  monarchs,  wait  his  nod, 
And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend 
To  celebrate  our  God. 

18.  C.  M. 

Psalm  xviii. 

1  The  Lord  descended  from  above. 

And  bowed  the  heavens  most  high ; 
And  underneath  his  feet  he  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 

2  On  cherub  and  on  cherubim 

Full  royally  he  rode, 
And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds 
Came  flying  all  abroad. 

3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods, 

Their  fury  to  restrain ; 
And  he,  as  sovereign  Lord  and  King, 
For  evermore  shall  reio-n. 

O 

19.  L.  M. 

1  The  Lord  is  King !  Lift  up  thy  voice, 
O  earth,  and  all  ye  heavens  rejoice  ! 
From  world  to  world  the  joy  shall  ring: 
"  The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King !" 

2  The  Lord  is  King !  who  then  shall  dare 
Resist  his  will,  distrust  his  care  ? 


22  GOD   ETERNAL. 

Holy  and  true  are  all  liis  ways : 
Let  every  creature  speak  bis  praise. 

3  The  Lord  is  King !  exalt  your  strains ; 
Ye  saints,  your  God,  your  Father  reigns ; 
One  Lord,  one  empire,  all  secures : 

He  reigns,  and  life  and  death  are  yours. 

4  Oh,  when  his  wisdom  can  mistake, 
His  might  decay,  his  love  forsake  ; 
Then  may  his  children  cease  to  sing, 
"The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King ! " 

20.       C.  M. 

God  eternal. 

1  Ere  men  ador'd,  or  angels  knew 

Or  prais'd  thy  wondrous  name, 
Thy  bliss,  O  sacred  Spring  of  life ! 
Thy  glory,  was  the  same. 

2  And  when  the  pillars  of  the  world 

With  sudden  ruin  break, 
And  all  this  vast  and  goodly  fram^ 
Sinks  in  the  mighty  wreck — 

3  When  from  her  orb  the  moon  shall  start, 

Th'  astonish'd  sun  roll  back, 
And  all  the  trembling  starry  lamps 
Their  ancient  course  forsake  ; — 

4  Foi'ever  permanent  and  fixed. 

From  agitation  free, 
Unchang'd  in  everlasting  years. 
Shall  thy  existence  be. 


GOD    TS   LOVE.  23 

21.  L.  M.     61. 

God  is   love. 

1  I  GAZE  up  to  the  heavens  above, 
And  own  him  as  a  God  of  love ! 
For  he  hath  given  to  me  my  breath, 
For  he  hath  shielded  me  from  death., 
For  he  hath  died  to  make  me  his, 
Hath  seal'd  to  me  eternal  bliss. 

2  The  sun  that  shines  so  bright  on  high, 
And  wakes  the  life  his  beams  supply ; 
The  placid  moon  and  stars,  that  keep 
Their  silent  watch,  while  myriads  sleep ; 
The  teeming  hosts  around,  above, 

The  strain  re-echo — God  is  love  ! 

3  True,  I  am  here,  a  helpless  worm, 
A  leaf,  the  plaything  of  the  storm ; 
Yet  is  there  One  who  works  his  will. 
And  he  will  be  my  refuge  still : 

I  see  "him  on  his  throne  above, 
And  feel  secure — for  God  is  love  ! 

4  Despite  my  prayer,  what  though  he  slay ! 
He  gave,  then  let  him  take  away ! 

My  soul,  in  his  own  presence  blest. 
Joyous  in  its  eternal  rest, 
Shall  chant  the  lay,  'mid  hosts  above, 
I  know — I  know  my  God  is  love  I 

22.  8s  and  4. 

1  I  CAis^NOT  always  trace  the  way 

Where  thou,  almighty  One,  dost  move ; 


24  GOODNESS   OF   GOD. 

But  I  can  always — always  say, 
That  God  is  love. 

2  When  fear  her  chillmg  mantle  flings 

O'er  earth,  my  soul  to  heaven  above, 
As  to  her  native  home,  upsprings — 
For  God  is  love. 

3  When  myst'ry  clouds  my  darkened  path 

I'll  check  my  dread,  my  doubts  reprove 
In  this  my  soul  sweet  comfort  hath, 
That  God  is  love. 

4  Yes,  God  is  love  ; — a  thought  like  this 

Can  every  gloomier  thought  remove, 
And  turn  all  tears,  all  woes  to  bliss — 
For  God  is  love. 

23.     7s. 

1  Earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  flowers ; 
Air,  w^ith  all  its  beams  and  showers  ,- 
All  around,  and  all  above. 

Hath  this  record,  "  God  is  love." 

2  Sounds  among  the  vales  and  hills. 
In  the  woods,  and  by  the  rills — 
All  these  songs,  beneath,  above. 
Have  one  burthen,  "  God  is  love." 

3  All  the  sympathies  that  stai't 
From  the  fountains  of  the  heart. 
These  are  voices  from  above 
Sweetly  whispering,  "  God  is  love." 


GOODNESS   OF   GOD.  25 


24.     c.  P.  M. 


i  My  God,  thy  boundless  love  I  praise ; 
How  bright  on  high  its  glories  blaze ! 

How  sweetly  bloom  below ! 
It  streams  from  thy  eternal  throne ; 
Through  heaven  its  joys  forever  run, 

And  o'er  the  earth  they  flow. 

2  'Tis  love  that  paints  the  purple  morn. 
And  bids  the  clouds,  in  air  upborne, 

Their  genial  drops  distil ; 
In  every  vernal  beam  it  glows, 
And  breathes  in  every  gale  that  blows, 

And  glides  in  every  rill. 

3  But  in  thy  Word  I  see  it  shine 
With  grace  and  glories  more  divine. 

Proclaiming  sins  forgiven ; 
There  faith,  l^right  cheruT),  points  the  way 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day. 

And  opens  all  her  heaven. 

4  Then  let  the  love  that  makes  me  blest 
With  cheerful  praise  inspire  my  breast, 

And  ardent  gratitude ; 
And  all  my  thoughts  and  passions  tend 
To  thee,  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 

My  soul's  eternal  good  ! 

25.       L.  M.    61. 

Psalm  viii. 

1  Immortal  King !  through  earth's  wide  frame, 
How  great  thy  honor,  praise  and  name  ! 
2 


26  GOODNESS   OF   GOD. 

Whose  reign  o'er  distant  worlds  extends, 
Whose  glory  heaven's  vast  height  transcends : 
From  infants  thou  canst  strength  upraise, 
And  form  their  lisping  tongues  to  praise. 

2  When,  rapt  in  thought,  with  wakeful  eye, 
I  view  the  wonders  of  the  sky — 

The  stars  with  vivid  lustre  crown'd. 
That  nightly  walk  their  destin'd  round : 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  in  thy  care 
His  humble  lot  should  find  a  share  ? 

3  The  beasts  in  him  their  lord  behold  : 
The  grazing  herd,  the  bleating  fold ; 
The  fowls,  of  various  wing,  that  fly 
O'er  the  vast  desert  of  the  sky ; 
And  all  the  watery  tril^es,  that  glide 
Through  paths  to  human  sight  denied. 

4  Subjected  to  his  feet  by  thee, 
To  him  all  nature  bows  the  knee : 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  in  thy  care 
His  humble  lot  should  find  a  share  ? 
Or  what  the  son  of  man,  that  thou 

Thus  to  his  wants  thine  ear  shouldst  bow  ? 

26.       C.  M. 

1  O  Tiiou,  to  whom  all  creatures  bow 

Within  this  earthly  frame, 
Through  all  the  world,  how  great  art  thou ! 
How  glorious  is  thy  name  ! 

2  When  heaven,  thy  beauteous  work  on  high, 

Employs  my  wondering  sight — 


CONDESCENSIOISr.  27 

The  moon  that  nightly  rules  the  sky, 
With  stars  of  feebler  light : 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  that  thou  shouldst  love 

To  keep  him  in  thy  mind ! 
Or  what  his  race,  that  thou  shouldst  prove 
To  them  so  wondrous  kind ! 

4  O  thou,  to  w^hom  all  creatures  bow 

Within  this  earthly  frame, 
Through  all  the  world,  how  great  art  thou ! 
How  glorious  is  thy  name  ! 

27.       C.  M. 

1  WiiEisr  I  behold  the  heavens  on  high, 

The  work  of  thy  right  hand — 
The  moon  and  stars  amid  the  sky. 
Thy  lights  in  every  land : 

2  Lord,  what  is  man,  that  thou  shouldst  deign 

On  him  to  set  thy  love  ; 
Give  him  on  earth  awhile  to  reign, 
Then  fill  a  throne  above  ! 

3  O  Lord,  how  excellent  thy  name  ! 

How  manifold  thy  ways  ! 
Let  time  thy  saving  truth,  proclaim, 
Eternity  thy  praise. 

28.      7s. 

Psalm  xxiii. 

1  Lo,  my  Shepherd's  hand  divine  ! 
Want  shall  never  more  be  mine ; 


28  GOODNESS   OF   GOD. 

In  a  pasture  foir  and  large 
He  shall  feed  Lis  happy  charge, 
And  my  couch  with  tenderest  care 
Mid  the  springing  grass  prepare. 

2  When  I  faint  with  summer's  heat, 
He  shall  lead  my  weary  feet 

To  the  streams,  that  still  and  slow 
Thro'  the  verdant  meadow  flow — 
Teach  my  steps  the  better  way. 
When  thro'  devious  paths  I  stray. 

3  Though  the  dreary  vale  I  tread, 
By  the  shades  of  death  o'erspread. 
There  I  walk  from  terror  free ; 
While  my  every  wish  I  see 

By  thy  rod  and  staff  supplied — 
This  my  guard  and  that  my  guide. 

4  Fill'd  by  thee,  my  cup  o'erflows ; 
For  thy  love  no  limit  knows; 
Constant  to  my  latest  end. 
This  my  footsteps  shall  attend, 
And  shall  bid  thy  hallow'd  dome 
Yield  me  an  eternal  home. 

29.       L.  M.     61. 

1   TiTE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  i)re])are, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  sup])ly, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye : 
My  noon-day  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 


PROVIDENTIAL   CARE.  29 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glehe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  tliirsty  mountains  pant, 
To  fertile  vales,  and  dewy  meads, 
My  weary,  wand'ring  steps  he  leads  ; 
Where  j)eaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way. 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  sti-ay, 
His  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile  ; 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile. 
With  lively  greens  and  herbage  crowned, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 

4  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread. 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  Thou,  O  Lord !  art  with  me  still : 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dismal  shade. 

30.       lis. 

1  The  Lord  is  my  shepherd,  no  want  shall  I  know ; 

I  feed  in  green  pastures,  safe-folded  I  rest : 
He  leadeth  my  soul  where  the  still  waters  flow, 
Restores    me   when    wandering,   redeems 
when  oppressed. 

2  Through  the  valley  and    shadow  of   death 

though  I  stray. 
Since  thou  art  my  guardian,  no  evil  I  fear : 
Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  thy  stafl"  be  my  stay ; 
No  harm  can  befall,  with  my  comforter  near. 


80  GOODNESS   OF   GOD. 

3  In  the  midst  of  affliction,  my  tal)le  is  spread  ; 

With  blessings  unmeasured  my  cup  run- 
neth o'er : 
With  pei'fume  and  oil  thou  anointest  my  head ; 
Oh !   what  shall  I  ask  of  thy  providence 
more  ? 

4  Let  goodness  and  mercy,  my  bountiful  God  ! 

Still  follow  my  steps  till  I  meet  thee  al)ove  : 
I  seek — by  the  path  which  my  forefathers 

trod. 
Through  the  land   of  their  sojourn — ^tliy 

kingdom  of  love. 

31.       C.  M. 

[A.  D.  1610-1630.] 

1  The  God  of  love  my  shepherd  is, 

And  he  that  doth  me  feed ; 

While  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 

What  can  I  want  or  need  ? 

2  lie  leads  me  to  the  tender  grass, 

Where  I  l^oth  feed  and  rest ; 
Then  to  the  streams  that  gently  pass : 
In  both  I  have  the  best. 

3  Or,  if  I  stray,  he  doth  convert. 

And  ])ring  my  mind  in  frame ; 
And  all  this  not  for  my  desert, 
But  for  his  holy  name. 

4  Yea,  in  death's  shady,  black  abode 

Well  may  I  walk — not  fear ; 
For  thou  art  with  me,  and  thy  rod 
To  guide,  thy  staff  to  bear. 


PROVIDENTIAL   CARE,  31 

5  Surely  thy  sweet  and  wondrous  love 
Shall  measure  all  my  days ; 
And  as  it  never  shall  remove, 
So  neither  shall  my  j^raise. 

32.     c.  M. 

1  WiiEisr  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys ; 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  O  how  shall  words,  with  equal  warmth, 

The  gratitude  declare 
That  glows  in  my  enraptured  heart ! 
But  thou  canst  read  it  there. 

3  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear. 
E'er  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learn'd 
To  form  themselves  in  prayer. 

4  Unnumber'd  comforts  to  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestow'd. 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flow'd. 

5  When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran. 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  convey'd  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

6  Through  hidden  dangers,  toils  and  deaths, 

It  gently  clear'd  my  way ; 
And  through  the  pleasing  snares  of  vice. 
More  to  be  fear'd  than  they. 


32  GOODNESS   OF   GOD. 

7  When  worn  with  sickness,  oft  hast  thou 

With  health  renew'd  my  face ; 
And,  when  in  sin  and  sorrow  sunk, 
Revived  my  soul  with  grace. 

8  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

9  Through  every  period  of  my  hfe 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

10  When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 

Divide  thy  works  no  more. 
My  ever  grateful  heart,  O  Lord, 
Thy  mercy  shall  adore. 

11  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise ; 

But  oh  !  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  thy  praise. 

33.       L.  M. 

1  Oft,  in  the  visions  of  the  night. 

My  thoughts  still  on  thy  mercies  rove ; 
And  every  midnight  wakeful  hour 
I  trace  the  wonders  of  thy  love. 

2  The  various  and  exhaustless  theme, 

Each  rising  morn,  my  soul  pursues ; 
In  fervent  prayer  ascends  to  thee. 
And  still  her  grateful  song  renews. 


rJiOVlUKNTIAL    CAKE.  33 

3  Thy  mercies,  Lord,  tlirougli  endless  years, 
Shall  still  my  raptured  powers  employ  ; 
Yet  endless  years  will  only  swell 
My  wonder,  gratitude,  and  joy. 

34.       L.  M.     61 
Psalm  xxiii.  4-6. 

1  Mercy  and  goodness,  O  my  God, 

Have  followed  me  through  all  my  days ; 
Thy  strengthening  staff,  and  guiding  rod, 

Upheld,  my  steps,  made  sti'aight  my  ways : 
Lord,  till  I  reach  thy  holy  hill. 
Goodness  and  mercy  guard  me  still. 

2  And  when  I  yield  this  mortal  breath — • 

My  soul  into  thy  hands  commend — 
And  pass  the  vale  and  shade  of  death, 

Thy  staff  and  rod  my  path  attend : 
Mercy  and  goodness  then  shall  be 
My  song  to  all  eternity. 

35.     S.  M. 

Psalm  ciii. 

1  O  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

His  grace  to  thee  proclaim ; 
And  all  that  is  within  me,  join 
To  bless  his  holy  name. 

2  O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

His  mercies  bear  in  mind ; 
Forget  not  all  his  benefits, 
Who  is  to  thee  so  kind. 
2* 


34  (J'JODMESS    OF    GOD. 

3  He  pardons  all  thy  sins, 

Prolongs  tliy  feeble  breath  ; 
He  healeth  thine  infirmities, 
And  ransoms  thee  from  death. 

4  He  feeds  thee  with  his  love, 

Upholds  thee  with  his  trnth  ; 
And,  like  the  eagle's,  he  renews 
The  vigor  of  thy  youth. 

5  Then  bless  the  Lord,  my  sonl, 

His  grace,  his  love  proclaim : 
Let  all  that  is  within  me  join 
To  bless  his  holy  Name. 

36.       C.  M. 

Psalm  xxxiv. 

1  Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 

In  trouble  and  in  joy. 
The  pi'aises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  his  deliverance  I  will  l)on,st. 

Till  all  who  ai-e  distressed 
From  my  example  comfort  take. 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  I'est. 

3  Oh,  magnify  the  Lord  witli  me. 

With  me  exalt  his  name  ! 
When  in  distress  to  him  I  called. 
He  to  my  rescue  came. 

4  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just ; 


PKOTECriUN. 


Deliverance  lie  affords  to  all 
Who  in  liis  mercy  trnst. 

5  Oh,  make  but  trial  of  his  love ! 

Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

6  Fear  him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear ; 
Make  you  his  service  your  delight, 
Your  wants  shall  be  his  care. 

37.       C.  M. 

1  As,  on  the  verge  of  youth,  my  mind 

Life's  opening  scene  surveyed, 
I  viewed  its  ills  of  various  kind. 
Afflicted  and  afraid. 

2  But  chief  my  fear  the  danger  moved, 

That  virtue's  path  inclose : 
My  heart  the  wise  pursuit  approved, 
But,  oh,  w^hat  toils  oppose ! 

3  For  see,  ah  see !  while  yet  her  ways 

With  doubtful  steps  I  tread, 
A  hostile  world  its  terrors  raise — 
Its  snares  delusive  spread. 

4  Oh,  ]iow  shall  I,  with  heart  prepared, 

Those  terrors  learn  to  meet  ? 
How  from  the  thousand  snares  to  guard 
My  inexperienced  feet  ? 

5  Let  faith  suppress  each  rising  fear, 

Each  anxious  doubt  exclude; 


36  GOODNESS   OF   GOD. 

My  Maker's  will  has  placed  me  here — 
A  Maker  wise  and  good ! 

6  He,  to  my  every  trial,  knows 

Its  just  restraint  to  give : 
Attentive  to  beliold  my  woes, 
And  faithful  to  relieve. 

7  Then  why  thus  heavy,  O  my  soul ! 

Say,  why,  distrustful  still. 
Thy  thoughts  with  vain  impatience  roll 
O'er  scenes  of  future  ill  ? 

8  Tho'  griefs  unnumber'd  throng  thee  round, 

Still  in  thy  God  confide. 
Whose  finger  marks  the  seas  their  bound, 
And  curbs  the  headlong  tide. 


38.       C.  M. 

1  AuTnoK  of  good  !  to  thee  we  turn : 

Thy  ever- wakeful  eye 
Alone  can  all  our  wants  discern, 
Thy  hand  alone  supply. 

2  O  let  thy  fear  within  us  dwell. 

Thy  love  our  footsteps  guide ; 
That  love  shall  vainer  loves  expel, 
That  fear  all  fears  beside. 

3  And,  oh !  by  error's  force  subdued, 

Since  oft,  with  stuT)born  will. 
We  blindly  shun  the  latent  good 
And  grasp  the  specious  ill ; 


PROTECTION.  37 

4  Not  to  our  wish,  Init  to  our  want, 
Do  thou  thy  gifts  supply  ! 
Unasked,  what  good  thou  knowest  grant ; 
What  ill,  though  asked,  deny. 

39.       C.  M. 

Genesis  xxviii. 

1  O  God  of  Bethel !  by  whose  hand 

Thy  people  still  are  fed ; 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage, 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led ; 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 

Before  thy  throne  of  grace : 
God  of  our  fathers,  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide  ; 
Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

4  Oh,  spread  thy  covering  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wanderings  cease. 
And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode. 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

5  Such  blessings  from  thy  gracious  hand, 

Our  humble  prayers  implore ; 
And  thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God, 
And  portion  evermore. 


38  GOODNESS    OF    OOD. 


40.     c.  M. 

1  SiT^CE  all  tlie  varying  scenes  of  time 

God's  watchful  eye  surveys, 
.0,  who  so  wise  to  choose  our  lot, 
Or  to  appoint  our  ways  ? 

2  Good,  when  he  gives — supremely  good,- 

Nor  less  when  he  denies ; 
Ev'n  crosses,  from  his  sovereign  hand, 
Are  blessings  in  disguise. 

3  Why  should  we  doubt  a  Father's  love, 

So  constant  and  so  kind  ? 

To  his  unerrins:,  sfracious  will 

Be  every  wish  resigned. 


41.       C.  M. 

1  Thy  way,  O  God,  is  in  the  sea — ■ 

Thy  paths  I  cannot  ti'ace. 

Nor  comprehend  the  mystery 

Of  thy  unbounded  grace. 

2  As  through  a  glass,  I  dindy  see 

The  wonders  of  thy  love ; — 
How  little  do  I  know  of  thee, 
Or  of  the  joys  above  ! 

3  'Tis  l)ut  in  part  I  know  thy  will; 

I  bless  thee  for  the  sight : 
When  will  thy  love  the  rest  reveal 
In  glory's  clearer  light? 


GLOKY    OF    <J,UD.  39 

4   With  rapture  shall  I  then  survey 
Thy  providence  and  grace  ; 
And  spend  an  everlasting  day 
In  wonder,  love,  and  jjraise. 

42.       L.  M.     61. 

1  Fountain  of  life,  and  living  breath, 

Wliose  mercies  never  fail  nor  fiide ! 
Fill  us  Avith  life  that  hath  no  death. 

Fill  us  with  light  that  hath  no  shade : 
Appoint  the  remnant  of  our  days 
To  see  thy  power,  and  sing  thy  praise. 

2  Lord  God  of  gods,  before  whose  throne 

Stand  storms  and  fire  !  O  what  shall  we 
Return  to  heaven  that  is  our  own. 

When  all  the  world  belongs  to  thee  ? 
We  have  no  offering  to  impart. 
But  praises  and  a  wounded  heart. 

3  Great  God,  whose  kingdom  hath  no  end, 

Into  whose  secrets  none  can  dive, 
Whose  mercy  none  can  apprehend, 

Whose  justice  none  can  feel, — and  live  ! 
What  our  dull  spirits  cannot  soar 
To  know — Lord,  teach  us  to  adore ! 

43.       C.  M. 

1  Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines ! 
How  high  tliy  wonders  rise ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs. 
By  thousand  through  the  skies. 


40  cmiiST. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  prochiim  tliy  power, 

Their  motions  speak  thy  skill ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  still. 

3  But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divinest  forms, — ■ 

4  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known ; 

Nor  dares  a  creature  trace 
Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone, 
The  justice,  or  the  grace. 

5  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heavenly  plains  ; 
Bright  seraphs  learn  Immanuel's  name, 
And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

6  Oh,  may  I  bear  some  huml:)le  part 

In  that  immortal  song  ! 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 


CIIPvIST. 

4:4:.  P.    M. 

1  No  war  nor  battle's  sound 
Was  heard  the  Avorld  around — 

No  hostile  chiefs  to  furious  combat  ran; 
But  peaceful  was  the  night 
In  which  the  Prince  of  light 

His  reign  of  peace  upon  the  earth  began. 


ADVENT,  41 

2  Lo  !  witli  enrapturVl  ear 
The  watching  shepherds  hear 

Sweet  music,  offspring  of  no  mortal  hand  ; 
Divinely-warl)led  voice, 
Answering  the  stringed  noise, 

With  bhssful  rapture  charm'd  the  list'ning  band. 

3  Sounds  of  so  sweet  a  tone 
Before  were  never  known, 

But  when  of  old  the  sons  of  morning  sung ; 

While  God  disposed  in  air 

Each  constellation  fair, 
And  the  well-balanced  world  aloft  was  hung. 

4  "  Hail,  hail,  auspicious  morn  ! 
The  Saviour  Christ  is  born !" 

Such  was  th'  immortal  seraph's  song  sublime ; 

"  Glory  to  God  in  heaven  ! 

To  man  sweet  peace  be  given, 
Sweet  peace  and  friendship  to  the  end  of  time." 

45.      L.  M. 

1  When  Jordan  hush'd  his  waters  still, 
And  silence  slept  on-  Zion's  hill ; 

When  Bethl'hem's  shej^herds  thro'  the  night 
Watch'd  o'er  their  flocks  by  starry  light ; 

2  Hark!  from  the  midnight  hills  around, 
A  voice  of  more  than  mortal  sound 

In  distant  hallelujahs  stole, 

Wild  murmuring,  o'er  the  raptured  souk 

3  On  wheels  of  light,  on  wings  of  flame, 
The  glorious  hosts  of  Zion  came  : 


42  CHRIST. 

Hio^li  heaven  witli  songs  of  triumph  rnng, 
While  thus  they  struck  their  harps  and  sung 

4  O  Zion,  lift  thy  i-aj^tured  eye, 
The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh ; 
The  joys  of  nature  rise  again, 

The  Prince  of  Salem  comes  to  reign. 

5  See  mercy  from  her  golden  urn 

Pours  a  rich  stream  to  them  that  mourn  ; 
Behold,  she  binds,  with  tender  care. 
The  bleeding  bosom  of  desj^air. 

0  He  comes,  to  cheer  the  trembling  heart, 
Bids  Satan  and  his  hosts  depart ; 
Again  the  Day-star  gilds  the  gloom, 
Aii'ain  the  bowers  of  Eden  bloom  ! 

46.     c.  M. 

1  While  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  l)y 

night. 
All  seated  on  the  ground. 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  "  Fear  not,"  said  he,  for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind  : 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  l)ring 
To  you,  and  all  mankind. 

3  "  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 

Is  l)orn,  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord, 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign : 


ADVENT.  43 

4  "  The  heavenly  babe  yon  there  shall  find, 

To  human  view  clisplay'd, 
All  meanly  wrapt  in  swathing  bauds, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  who  thus 
Address'd  their  joyful  song: 

6  "All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace ; 
Good-will,  henceforth,  from  heaven  to  men, 
Begin  and  never  cease." 

47.       8s  and  7s. 

1  Hakk  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices. 

Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  1 
Lo !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices ; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story. 

Which  they  chant,  in  hymns  of  joy: 
"  Glory  in  the  highest — ^glory ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

3  "  Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven, 

Reachins:  far  as  man  is  found. 
Souls  redeemed,  and  sms  forgiven. 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  "  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed ; 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing ; 
O,  receive  whom  God  appointed. 

For  your  Prophet,  Piiest,  and  King." 


44  CHRIST. 

5  Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  him ; 

Learn  his  name,  aucl  taste  liis  joy ; 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him, 
"  Glory  be  to  God  most  high  !" 

48.  C.  M. 

1  Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night, 

Come  heaven's  melodious  strains, 
Where  wild  Judea  stretches  far 
Her  silver-mantled  plains. 

2  Celestial  choirs,  from  courts  above. 

Shed  sacred  glories  there  ; 
And  angels,  with  their  sparkling  lyres, 
Make  music  on  the  air. 

3  The  joyons  hills  of  Palestine 

Send  back  the  glad  reply ; 
And  greet,  from  all  their  holy  heights, 
The  day-spring  from  on  high. 

4  O'er  the  blue  depths  of  Galilee 

There  comes  a  holier  calm ; 
And  Sharon  waves,  in  solemn  praise, 
Her  silent  groves  of  palm. 

5  "  Glory  to  God  !"  the  sounding  skies 

Loud  with  their  anthems  ring ; 
"  Peace  to  the  earth — good-will  to  men, 
From  heaven's  eternal  King." 

49.  II.  M. 

1  Hark — hark — the  notes  of  joy, 
lloll  o'er  the  heavenly  plains  ! 


ADVENT.  45 

And  seraphs  find  employ, 
For  their  sublimest  strains : 
Some  new  delight  in  heaven  is  known, 
Loud  sound  the  harps  around  the  throne. 

2  Bear — bear  the  tidings  round, 

Let  every  mortal  know 
What  love  in  God  is  found. 

What  pity  he  can  show : 
Ye  winds  that  blow,  ye  waves  that  roll, 
Bear  the  glad  news  from  pole  to  pole ! 

3  Strike — strike  the  harps  again. 

To  great  Immanuel's  name  ; 
Arise,  ye  sons  of  men. 

And  all  his  grace  proclaim  : 
Angels  and  men,  wake  every  string, 
'Tis  God  the  Saviour's  praise  we  sing ! 

50.       8s,  Ts,  and  4. 

1  Angels  !  from  the  realms  of  glory, 

Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth ; 
Ye,  who  sang  creation's  story. 

Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth : 
Come  and  worship — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

2  Shepherds  !  in  the  field  abiding. 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night ; 
God  with  man  is  now  residing, 

Yonder  shines  the  infant-light : 
Come  and  worship. 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 


46  CHRIST. 

3  Sages,  leave  your  contemplations, 

Brighter  visions  beam  afar : 
Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations; 

Ye  have  seen  his  natal  star : 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

4  Saints,  before  the  altar  bending. 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear ; 
Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 

In  his  temple  shall  appear: 
Come  and  worship. 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

5  Sinners,  wrung  with  true  repentance, 

Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains ; 
Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, 

Mercy  calls  you — ^break  your  chains 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

51.       7s. 

1  Haek  !  the  herald  anofels  sinsf, 
"  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ! 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild  ; 
God  and  sinners  reconciled." 

2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise  ; 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies: 
With  th'  angelic  host  proclaim, 
"  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem  !" 

3  Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by  ; 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die ; 


ADVENT.  47 

Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  eartli ; 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

4  Hail,  the  heaven-horn  Prince  of  Peace ! 
Hail,  the  Sun  of  Bighteousness  ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  l^rings, 
Bis'n  with  healinij:  in  his  wins^s. 

52.      c.  M. 

1  The  world  lay  hush'd  in  slumber  deep, 

And  darkness  veiled  the  mind, 
When  rose  upon  their  shadowy  sleep 
The  star  that  saves  mankind. 

2  Led  by  that  solitary  star 

To  glory's  poor  abode, 
Lo  !  wondering  wisdom  from  afar 
Brings  incense  to  her  God. 

3  Humility,  on  Judah's  hills, 

Watching  her  fleecy  care. 
Turns  to  an  angel's  voice,  that  fills 
With  love  the  midnight  air. 

4  Like  voices,  through  yon  bursting  cloud, 

Announce  the  Almighty  plan ; 
Hymning,  in  adoration  loud, 
"  Peace  and  good- will  to  man." 

53.      7s. 

1  Blessed  night,  when  first  that  plain 
Echoed  with  the  joyful  strain, — - 
"  Peace  has  come  to  earth  ao-ain !" 


48  CHRIST. 

2  Happy  slieplierds,  on  whose  ear 
Fell  tlie  tidings  glad  and  dear, — 
"  God  to  man  is  drawing  near !" 

3  Babe  of  weakness  !  can  it  be 
That  the  earth's  great  victory 
Is  to  be  achieved  by  thee  ? 

4  Child  of  poverty !  art  thou 

He  to  whom  all  heaven  shall  bow, 
And  all  earth  shall  pay  the  vow  ? 

5  Laml)  of  God,  thy  lowly  name, 
King  of  kings,  we  thee  proclaim ; 
Heaven  and  earth  shall  hear  its  fame. 

6  Sun  of  peace  !  no  longer  stay, 
Let  the  shadows  flee  away. 
And  the  long  night  end  in  day. 

54:.  7S. 

1  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night. 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are. — 
Traveller !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height. 
See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! — 

2  Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? — 
Traveller !  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day — 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

3  Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends.— 
Traveller !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends ! 


AT)VE]SrT.  49 

4  Watchman !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  S2)ot  that  gave  them  bii'th  ? 

Traveller !  ages  are  its  own, 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth ! 

5  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night. 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. — 
Traveller !  darkness  takes  its  flight ; 
Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn.— 

6  Watxihman !  let  thy  wanderings  cease, 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. — 
Traveller !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come. 

55.       lis  and  10s. 

1  Brightest   and   best    of   the   sons   of   the 

morning. 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid : 
btar  of  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  Infant  Eedeemer  is^laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining- 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall  : 
Angels  adore  him  in  slumber  recHning, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  "all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion. 
Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine  ; 
Gems  of  the  mountam,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the 

mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 
Vamly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure : 

o 


50  CHRIST. 

Richer  by  far  is  tlie  heart's  adoration, 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  ns  thine  aid: 
Star  of  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning. 
Guide  where  our  Infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

56.       L.  M. 

1  WiiEisr,  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain. 

The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky. 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train. 
Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark  !  hark !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks. 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks : 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  1  rode : 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark  ; 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  l)lowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze ; 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose ! 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 
And  through  the  storm,  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  [)eace. 

6  Now  safely  moored,  my  peiils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  hj'st  in  night's  diadem. 


HOPE   OF   ISRAEL.  51 

Forever  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star — the  Star  of  JBethlehem ! 


57.     lOs. 

1  From  Jesse's  root  behold  a  branch  arise, 
Whose  sacred  flower  with  fragrance  Alls  the 

skies ! 
Th'  ethereal  Spirit  o'er  its  leaves  shall  move. 
And  on  its  top  descends  the  mystic  dove. 

2  Ye  heavens  !  from  high  the  dewy  nectar  ponr, 
And  in  soft  silence  shed  the  kindly  shower ! 
The  sick  and  weak  the  healing  plant  shall  aid  ; 
From  storms  a  shelter,  and  from  heat  a  shade. 

3  See  Nature  hastes  her  earliest  wreaths  to  bring. 
With  all  the  incense  of  the  breathing  spring ! 
See  spicy  clouds  from  lowly  Sharon  rise, 
And  Carmel's  flowery  to])  perfumes  the  skies  ! 

4  Hark  !  a  glad  voice  the  lonely  desert  cheers  • 
"  Prepare  the  way !  a  God,  a  God  appears  !" 
Lo,  earth  receives  him  from  the  bending  skies ! 
Sink  down,  ye  mountains,  and,  ye  valleys,  rise  ? 

5  The  Saviour  comes !  by  ancient  bards  foretold ! 
Hear  him,  ye  deaf!  and,  all  ye  blind,  behold  ! 
He  from  thick  films  shall  purge  the  visual  ray, 
And  on  the  sightless  eye-ball  pour  the  day. 

6  No  sigh,  no  murmur  the  wide  world  shall  hear ! 
From  ev'ry  face  he  wipes  off  ev'ry  tear  : 

In  adamantine  chains  shall  death  be  bound. 
And  hell's  grim  tyrant  feel  th'  eternal  wound. 


62  CHRIST. 


58.       C.  M.     81. 

1  When-  the  old  seer,  by  vision  led, 

And  energy  divine, 
Into  the  shadowy  region  sped 

To  muse  on  distant  time, — 
"  Who's  this  V  he  cried,  "  comes  by  the  way 

Of  Edom,  all  divine. 
Travelling  in  splendor,  whose  array 

Is  red,  but  not  with  wine  !" 

2  "  Blest  be  the  Herald  of  our  King, 

That  comes  to  set  us  free  ! 
The  dwellers  of  the  rock  shall  sing. 

And  utter  praise  to  thee ! 
Tabor  and  Hermon  yet  shall  see 

Their  glories  glow  again, 
And  blossoms  spring  on  field  and  tree 

That  ever  shall  remain." 


59.       C.  M. 

T7ie  Death  of  Moses. — Dent,  xxxiv. 

1  He  climbed  the  mountain,  and  behold  ! 

The  land  l)efore  him  lay  ; 
Here  Jordan's  l)ounding  waters  rolled. 
There  Carmel  stretched  away. 

2  From  northern  Lebanon — outspread 

To  Aral)y  the  wild, 
Wliere  strangers'  lives  the  patiiarchs  led, 
Their  promis'd  Canaan  smiled : 


LIGHT   OF   THE   GENTILES.  53 

3  A  land  of  fountains  and  of  rills, 

Where  milk  and  honey  flowed  : 
Whose  stones  were  iron ;  from  whose  hills 
Brass  in  the  furnace  glowed. 

4  But  all  the  soil  with  biood  was  stained — 

Revenge  and  rapine  strove ; 
Pagan  abominations  reigned 
In  every  haunted  grove. 

5  The  vision  changed ; — then  Moses  saw 

The  idols  overthrown, 
God  out  of  Zion  giving  law, 
God  worship'd  there  alone. 

6  And  still  the  vision  grew  more  bright ; 

On  humble  Bethlehem  shined 
The  star  of  Jacob,  and  a  light 
To  lighten  all  mankind. 

7  In  silent  trance  the  prophet  gazed — 

"  It  is  enough,"  he  cried, 
His  hands  with  holy  rapture  raised — 
Saw  the  Lord's  Christ,  and  died. 

60.      7s. 

"  Lord^  noil)  lettest  thou.,''''  etc.,  Luke  ii. 

1  'Tis  enough — the  hour  is  come ; 
Now  within  the  silent  toml) 
Let  this  mortal  frame  decay. 
Mingled  with  its  kindred  clay; 
Since  thy  mercies,  oft  of  old 
By  thy  chosen  seers  foretold. 
Faithful  now  and  steadfast  prove, 
God  of  truth,  and  God  of  love ! 


54  CHRIST. 

2  Since  at  length  my  aged  eye 

Sees  the  Day-spring  from  on  high — 
Those,  whom  death  had  overspread 
With  his  dark  and  dreary  shade, 
Lift  their  eyes,  and  from  afar 
Hail  the  light  of  Jacob's  Star ; 
AVaiting  till  the  promised  ray 
Turn  their  darkness  into  day. 

3  Sun  of  righteousness,  to  thee, 
Lo !  the  nations  bow  the  knee ; 
And  the  realms  of  distant  kings 
Own  the  healing  of  thy  wings. 
See  the  beams,  intensely  shed, 
Shine  o'er  Zion's  favoi-ed  head  ! 
Never  may  they  hence  remove, 
God  of  truth,  and  God  of  love  ! 

61.       C.  M. 

1  Hark,  the  glad  sound  !  the  Saviour  comes ! 

The  Saviour  promis'd  long ! 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  ev'ry  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him  the  Spirit,  largely  pour'd. 

Exerts  his  sacred  fire ; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 
His  holy  l>reast  ins})ire. 

3  He  comes  the  prisoners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  1)efore  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 


HIS   TEACHING.  55 

lie  comes,  from  tliickest  films  of  vice, 

To  clear  the  mental  ray ; 
And,  on  the  eyes  ojipressed  with  night, 

To  pour  celestial  day. 

He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure ; 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 

T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

Our  glad  hosannas.  Prince  of  peace. 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  rino: 

With  thy  beloved  name. 

62.       L.  M. 

The  teaching  of  Jesus. 

How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 
Fro.m  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 

When  listening  thousands  gathered  round. 
And  joy  and  reverence  filled  the  j)lace. 

From  heaven  He  came,  of  heaven  He  spoke — 
To  heaven  he  led  his  followers'  way  ; 

Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  Pie  broke. 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

"  Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Father's  home — 
Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest !" 

Yes,  sacred  Teacher  !  we  will  come — 
Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest ! 

Decay,  then,  tenements  of  dust ! 

Pillars  of  earthly  pride,  decay ! 
A  nobler  mansion  waits  the  just. 

And  Jesus  has  prepared  the  way. 


56  CHKIST. 


63.       L.  M.      6 1. 

Matthew,  vi.  25-30. 

1  When"  sinks  my  soul,  oppress'd  witli  care, 
Wlien  o'er  my  cheek  descends  tlie  tear, 
While  all  my  passions  are  at  strife, 

O  let  me  hear  the  words  of  life  ! 
Raptures  deep-felt  His  words  impart, 
As  thus  He  raised  the  drooping  heart. 

2  Think  not,  when  all  your  stores  afford 
Is  spread  uj^on  the  sparing  board — 
Think  not,  when  worn  the  robe  appears. 
While  on  the  roof  the  tempest  bears — ■ 
"  What  farther  shall  this  life  sustain  ? 
What  clothe  these  shiv'ring  limbs  again  ?" 

3  Behold  (and  look  away  despair) 
The  tenants  of  the  barren  air ; 
To  them  no  granaries  belong, 

Nought  but  the  woodland  and  the  song ; 
Yet  your  kind  Fatlier  bends  his  eye 
On  the  least  wing  beneath  the  sky. 

4  To  him  with  joyous  notes  they  sing. 
When  earth  's  renew'd  in  opening  spring ; 
To  him  they  cry  in  winter's  reign. 
Their  music  nor  their  plaint  in  vain : 

He  hears  the  gay,  the  sorrowing  call, 
And  with  large  bounty  feeds  them  all. 

5  Observe  the  lily's  snowy  grace. 
Observe  the  various  flowering  race, 


HIS   MIRACLES.  57 

That  know  not  toil,  hut  careless  grow — 
How  warm  they  bliisli,  how  bright  they  glow  I 
What  vestiueiits  can  with  them  compare? 
What  king,  what  queen,  so  royal  fair  ? 

6  If  thus  the  fowls  of  heaven  lie  feeds. 
If  o'er  the  fields  such  robes  He  spreads, 
Can  your  least  want  escape  his  view  ? 
Will  he  not  care,  much  more,  for  you  ? 
Is  He  unwise  ?  ye  faithless,  say. 
Or  are  ye  of  less  worth  than  they  ? 

64.      L.  M.     6  1. 

1  Around  Bethesda's  healing  wave, 

Waiting  to  hear  the  rustling  wing 
Which  spoke  the  angel  nigh,  who  gave 

Its  virtue  to  that  holy  s])ring. 
With  patience  and  with  ho]:)e  endued, 
Were  seen  the  gathered  multitude. 

2  Among  them  there  was  one  whose  eye 

Had  often  seen  the  waters  stirr'd — 
Whose  heart  had  often  lieav'd  the  sigh, 

The  bitter  sigh  of  hope  deferr'd  ; 
Until  the  Saviour's  love  was  shown. 
Which  heal'd  him  by  a  word  alone ! 

8  Bethesda's  pool  has  lost  its  power  ! 
No  angel,  by  his  glad  descent, 
Dispenses  that  diviner  dower. 

Which  with  its  healing  waters  went : 
But  He,  whose  word  surpassed  its  wave, 
Is  still  omnipotent  to  save. 
3* 


58  CHRIST. 

4  Saviour  !  Thy  love  is  still  tlie  same 

As  when  that  healing  word  was  spoke ; 

Still  in  Thine  all-redeeming  name 

Dwells  power  to  hurst  the  strongest  yoke  ! 

O,  be  that  power,  that  love  displayed ; 

Flelp  those  whom  Thou  alone  canst  aid  ! 

65.       L.  M. 

1  AVhen  power  divine,  in  mortal  form. 
Hushed  with  a  word  the  raging  storm, 
In  soothing  accents  Jesus  said, — • 

"  Lo !  it  is  I ;  be  not  afraid." 

2  Blest  be  the  voice  that  In'eathes  from  heaven, 
To  every  heart  in  sunder  riven, 

"When  love,  and  joy,  and  hope  are  fled, — 
"  Lo  !  it  is  I ;  be  not  afraid." 

3  And  when  the  last  dread  hour  is  come, 
W'hile  shuddering  nature  waits  her  doom, 
Til  is  voice  shall  call  the  pious  dead, — 

"  Lo  !  it  is  I ;  be  not  afraid." 

6G.       L.  M.     81. 

"  Looking  vp  to  heaven^  he  sighed.''''     Mark  vii.  84. 

1  He  look'd  to  heaven,  and  sadly  sighed — 

What  saw  my  gracious  Saviour  there, 
With  fear  and  anguish  to  divide 

The  joy  of  heaven-accepted  prayer? 
So  o'er  the  bed  where  Lazarus  slept 

He  to  his  Father  groan'd  and  wept ; 
What  saw  he  mournful  in  that  grave, 

Knovviuo:  liimself  so  stronsr  to  save  ? 


HIS    MIRACLES.  59 

2  The  deaf  may  hear  the  Saviour's  voice, 

The  fetter'd  tongue  its  chain  may  break ; 
But  the  deaf  heart,  tlie  dumb  by  choice, 

The  laggard  soul,  that  will  not  wake, 
The  guilt  that  scorns  to  be  forgiven — 

These  spurn  the  offer'd  bliss  of  heaven : 
In  thouo-ht  of  these,  his  brows  beni<2:n 

Not  even  in  liealiuor  cloudless  shine. 

3  Lord,  by  thy  sad  and  earnest  eye — 

When  thou  didst  look  to  heaven  and  sigh — ■ 
Thy  voice,  that  w^ith  a  word  could  chase 

'Fhe  dumb,  deaf  spirit  from  his  place — 
Within  the  liearts  thy  word  has  taught, 

Quell  thou  each  thankless,  godless  thought ; 
And  let  each  tongue  unchained  be 

To  own  no  hope,  no  Lord,  but  Thee ! 

67.       C.  M. 

1  Heal  us,  Lnmanuel,  here  we  stand 

Waiting  to  feel  thy  touch  ; 
To  wounded  souls  stretch  forth  thy  hand, 
O  Saviour,  we  are  such ! 

2  Kemember  him  who  once  apply 'd, 

With  trembling  for  relief : 
"  Lord,  I  believe,"  with  tears,  he  cry'd, 
"  Oh,  help  my  unbelief !" 

3  She  too,  who  touch'd  thee  in  the  press, 

And  healing  virtue  stole. 
Was  answer'd,  "  Daughter,  go  in  peace, 
Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole." 


60  CHRIST. 

4  Like  her,  with,  hopes  and  feai*s  we  come, 
To  touch  thee  if  we  may  ; 
Oh,  send  us  not  despairing  home. 
Send  none  unheard  away  ! 

68.       C.  M. 

1  My  Saviour,  what  thou  didst  of  ohl, 

When  thou  wast  dwelling  here, 
Thou  doest  yet  for  them  who,  bold 
In  faith,  to  thee  draw  near. 

2  Mourning  I  sat  beside  the  way, 

In  sightless  gloom  apart. 
And  sadness  heavy  on  me  lay, 
And  longing  gnaw'd  my  heart : 

3  I  heard  the  music  of  the  psalms 

Thy  people  sung  to  thee, 
I  felt  the  waving  of  their  palms, 
And  yet  I  could  not  see. 

4  My  pain  grew  more  than  I  could  bear, 

Too  keen  my  grief  became  ; 
Then  I  took  heart  in  my  despair 
To  call  upon  thy  name : 

5  "  O,  Son  of  David  !  save  and  heal. 

As  thou  so  oft  has  done : 
O,  heavenly  Saviour !  let  me  feel 
My  load  of  darkness  gone." 

6  And  ever  weeping  as  I  spoke 

With  bitter  prayers  and  sighs, 
My  stony  heart  grew  soft  and  broke, 
More  earnest  yet  my  cries. 


HIS   MIRACLES.  61 

T  A  sudden  answer  still'd  my  fear ; 
For  it  was  said  to  me, 
"  O,  poor  blind  man !  be  of  good  cheer, 
Arise,  He  calletli  thee." 

8  I  felt.  Lord,  that  thou  stoodest  still. 

Groping,  thy  feet  I  sought ; 
From  off  me  fell  my  old  self-will, 
A  change  came  o'er  my  thought. 

9  Thou  saidst,  "  What  is  it  thou  wouldst  have  ?" 

"  Lord,  that  I  might  have  sight ; 
To  see  thy  countenance,  I  crave :" — 
"  So  be  it ;  have  thou  light." 

10  And  words  of  thine  can  never  fail, 
My  fears  are  past  and  o'er ; 
My  soul  is  glad  with  light,  the  veil 
Is  on  my  heart  no  more. 

G9.       C.  M. 

1  On  help  us.  Lord !  each  hour  of  need 

Thy  heavenly  succor  give  ; 
Plelp  us  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 

2  Oh  help  us,  through  the  prayer  of  faith, 

More  firmly  to  believe ; 
For  still  the  moi'e  thy  servant  hath. 
The  more  shall  he  receive. 

3  If,  strangers  to  thy  fold,  we  call, 

Imploring  at  thy  feet, 


62  CHEIST, 

The  crnml)S  that  from  tliy  tal)le  fall, 
'Tis  all  we  dare  eutreat. 

4  But  be  it,  Lord  of  mercy,  all, 

So  thou  wilt  grant  but  this ; 
The  crumbs  that  from  thy  tal)le  fall 
Are  light,  and  life,  and  bliss. 

5  Oh  help  us,  Jesus  !  from  on  high  ; 

We  know  no  help  but  thee  : 
Oh  help  us  so  to  live  and  die 
As  thine  in  heaven  to  be. 


70.      L.  M. 

4 

1  When,  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere, 
The  lowly  Jesus  sojourned  here, 
Where'er  he  went  affliction  fled, 

And  sickness  reared  her  drooping  head. 

2  The  eye  that  rolled  in  iiksome  night 
Beheld  his  face, — for  God  is  light ; 
The  opening  ear,  the  loosened  tongue, 
His  precepts  heard,  his  praises  sung. 

3  Demoniac  madness,  dark  and  wild, 
With  melancholy  transport  smiled  ; 
The  storm  of  horror  ceased  to  roll, 
And  reason  lii»:litened  throuixh  the  soul. 

4  His  word  the  outcast  leper  healed, 
His  lips  the  sinner's  pardon  sealed ; 
Warm  tears  o'er  Lazarus  he  shed, 

Then  s}>ake  tlie  word  that  raised  the  dead. 


HIS   SUFFERINGS.  63 

5  Through  paths  of  loving-kindness  led, 
Where  Jesus  triumphed  we  would  tread  ; 
In  his  great  name  may  we  dispense 
The  gifts  of  our  benevolence ! 

71.        P.  M. 

1  Beyond  where  Cedron's  waters  flow, 
Behold  the  suffering  Saviour  go 

To  sad  Gethsemane ; 
His  countenance  is  all  divine, 
Yet  grief  appears  in  every  line. 

2  He  bows  beneath  the  sins  of  men ; 
He  cries  to  God,  and  cries  again. 

In  sad  Gethsemane : 
He  lifts  His  mournful  eyes  above — 
"  My  Father,  can  this  cup  remove  V 

3  With  gentle  resignation  still 
He  yielded  to  His  Father's  will 

In  sad  Gethsemane : 
"  Behold  Me  here,  thine  only  Son  ; 
And,  Father,  let  Thy  will  be  done." 

4  The  Father  heard;  and  angels,  there. 
Sustained  the  Son  of  God  in  prayer. 

In  sad  Gethsemane : 
He  drank  the  dreadful  cup  of  pain — 
Then  rose  to  life  and  joy  again. 

5  When  storms  of  sorrow  round  us  sweep, 
And  scenes  of  anguish  make  us  weep, 

To  sad  Gethsemane 


64:  cniiisT. 

We'll  look  and  see  the.  Saviour  there, 
And  humbly  bow,  like  Him,  in  prayer. 

72.  L.  M. 

{^Fiflcenlli  Ccniuri/.) 

1  On  Thou  who,  though  with  veiled  face, 
Wast  still  the  Sun  of  righteousness  : 
With  fainting  limbs  and  footsteps  slow, 
Smitten  with  many  a  scornful  blow  : 

2  Thou  who,  at  the  third  hour,  wast  led. 
Oh  Christ!  to  meet  that  torture  dread  : 
Who,  on  thy  shoulder,  didst  for  us — 
For  us  unhappy — bear  the  cross  : 

3  Make  us  so  full  of  love  to  thee. 
And  let  our  lives  so  holy  be. 
That  we  may  win  thy  tranquil  rest. 
And  in  the  heavenly  land  be  blest. 

73.  L.  M. 

(^Fifteenth  Ceniury.') 

1  For  us  the  bitter  cross  He  bore, 

And,  stretch'd  thereon,  was  parch'd  with 

thirst, 
Jesus,  whose  sacred  hands  were  piercVl, 
Whose  sacred  feet  with  nails  they  tore. 

2  Honor  and  blessing  we  will  bi'ing 

To  Him,  the  Lord,  the  crucified. 
Who,  by  His  suif' i-ings  as  He  died, 
Has  ransom'd  us  from  perishing. 


HIS  SUFFERINGS.  65 


74.       L.  M. 

1  Haek  !  how  He  prays ! — the  charming  sound 

Dwells  on  His  dying  lips — "  Forgive  ;" 
And  every  groan  and  every  wound 
Cries,  "  Father,  let  the  guilty  live !" 

2  Go  ye  that  rest  upon  the  law, 

And  toil  and  seek  salvation  there ; 
Look  to  the  flames  that  Moses  saw, 
And  shrink,  and  tremble,  and  despair ! 

3  But  I'll  retire  beneath  the  cross  : 

Saviour,  at  thy  dear  feet  I  lie  ; 
And  the  keen  sword  that  justice  draws. 
Flaming  and  red,  shall  pass  me  by. 


75.       7s.    61. 

{^Ttvelfth  Century.') 

Tiiou,  all  given  up  to  woe ! 

By  thy  hands  with  nails  pierced  through, 

By  thy  side  with  scourges  torn, 

By  thy  head  thus  crowned  with  thorn — 

Jesus,  look  upon  me  here. 

Nor  despise  a  sinner's  prayer ! 

Saviour  !  who  alone  canst  bless  ! 
Thy  holy  stream,  the  dew  of  grace, 
Flowing  from  thy  wounded  side — 
Flowing  in  a  crimson  tide  ! 
Our  remission's  ransom  price, 
Our  salvation's  sacrifice. 


6Q  CHRIST. 

3  Jesus,  merciful  thou  art, 

Light  the  sunbeam  in  my  heart ; 
Thou,  wlio,  cleansing  in  thy  blood. 
Hast  redeemed  me  unto  God ! 
Victor  now  ])eyond  the  sky. 
Haste  to  save  me,  oh,  be  nigh ! 


76.     7s. 

{^Twelfth  Century.') 

1  Sacred  Head !  so  bruised  and  wounded. 
With  the  crown  of  thorns  surrounded. 
Smitten  with  the  mocking  reed — 
Wounds  which  may  not  cease  to  bleed — 
Hail !  from  whose  most  blessed  brow 
None  can  wipe  the  blood-drops  now : 
All  the  flower  of  life  has  fled. 

Mortal  paleness  there  instead. 

2  Thou  this  agony  and  scorn. 
Hast  for  me,  a  sinner,  l)orne — 
Me  unworthy  !  all  for  me. 
Were  those  signs  of  love  on  thee ! 
Let  me  true  communion  know 
With  thee  in  thy  sacred  woe — 
Give  thee  tlianks  with  every  breath, 
Jesus  !  for  thy  l)itter  death. 

3  When  my  dying  hour  must  l)e, 
Faithful  Slieplierd,  think  of  me  ! 
In  that  dreadfid  hour,  I  l)ray, 
Jesus,  come  without  delay : 


HIS   SUFFERINGS.  67 

All  unwortliy  of  tby  thought, 
Guilty,  yet  reject  me  not ; 
When  my  dying  hour  is  near. 
Lover  of  my  soul,  a2:)pear ! 

77.      7s  and  6s. 
Suggested  by  the  above,     (a.  d.  1659.) 

O  SACRED  Head,  now  wounded  ! 

With  grief  and  pain  weighed  down ! 
O  sacred  brow,  surrounded 

With  thorns,  thine  only  crown  ! 
Once  on  a  throne  of  glory. 

Adorned  with  light  divine  ; 
Now  all  despised  and  gory, 

I  joy  to  call  thee  mine. 

On  me,  as  thou  art  dying, 

O,  turn  thy  pitying  eye ! 
To  thee  for  mercy  crying 

Before  thy  cross  I  lie. 
Thy  grief  and  thy  compassion 

Were  all  for  sinners'  gain  ; 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  thine  the  deadly  pain. 

What  language  can  I  borrow 

To  praise  thee,  heavenly  Friend, 
For  this  thy  dying  sorrow. 

Thy  pity  without  end  ? 
Lord,  make  me  thine  forever, 

Nor  let  me  faithless  prove ; 
O  let  me  never,  never 

Abuse  such  dying  love. 


.68  CHRIST. 

4  Be  near  when  I  am  dying ; 

Then  close  beside  me  stand : 
Let  me,  while  faint  and  sighing, 

Lean  calmly  on  thy  hand ; 
These  eyes  new  faith  receiving, 

From  thine  eye  shall  not  move ; 
For  he  who  dies  believing. 

Dies  safely  in  thy  love. 

78.        8s,  7s,  and  4. 

1  Hark  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary ; 
See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder — 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky  ! 
"Itisfinish'd!" 
Hear  the  Saviour,  dying,  cry. 

2  It  is  iinish'd  !     O  what  pleasure 

Do  these  precious  words  afford  ! 
Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 

Flow  to  us  from  Clirist  the  Lord. 
It  is  finished  ! 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, — 

Join  to  sing  tlie  wondrous  theme  ; 
All  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven 

Join  to  ]')raise  ImmanuePs  name: 
Hallelujah  ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 


HIS   DEATH.  69 

79.     7s. 

1  Bound  upon  tli'  accursed  tree, 
Dread  and  awful,  who  is  He  ? 
By  tlie  sun  at  noon-day  pale, 
Shiv'ring  rocks  and  rending  veil ; 
By  earth  trembling  at  his  doom — 
By  the  saints  who  burst  their  tomb ; 
Lord,  our  suppliant  knees  we  bow. 
Son  of  God  !  'tis  Thou,  'tis  Thou ! 

2  Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Sad  and  dying,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  last  and  bitter  cry. 
Breath  resign'd  in  agony ; 
By  the  lifeless  body  laid 

In  the  chamber  of  the  dead ; 
Crucified !  we  know  Thee  now, — 
Son  of  Man !  'tis  Thou,  'tis  Thou  ! 

3  Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree — 
Dread  and  awful,  who  is  He  ? 

By  the  prayer  for  them  that  slew, 
"  Lord !  they  know  not  what  they  do ;" 
By  the  spoiled  and  empty  grave, 
By  the  souls  he  died  to  save. 
By  the  rainbow  round  his  brow. 
Son  of  God !  'tis  Thou,  'tis  Thou ! 

80.     10s. 

The  Sejudtitre  of  Christ. 

1  Where  is  the  aspect  more  than  heaven  serene, 
Which  saints  and  angels  viewed  with  pure 
dehght  ? 


70  CHRIST. 

The  meekness  and  tlie  majesty  of  mien, 
That  won  the  yiekling  heart  with  gentle 
might  ? 

2  Where  is  the  voice  with  harmony  replete 

That  chano^'d  to  love  the  most  obdurate 
wilt? 
The  eye,  whose  glance  so  ravishingly  sweet, 
The  soul  with  joy  unspeakable  could  fill  ? 

3  Where  is  the  hand  that  crush'd  our  direst  foe, 

And  Satan's  powers  in  chains  of  darkness 
bound  ? 
Where  is  the  servant's  humble  form  l:)elow. 
In  which  the  eternal  Son  of  God  was  found  ? 

Lo  !  where  his  pilgrimage  of  mercy  ends ; 
What  glory  here  into  the  grave  descends  ! 

81.       L.  M. 

1  He  dies  !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 

Lo  !   Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ; 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies ; 

A  sudden  tremblius:  shakes  the  o-round. 

2  Come  near,  ye  saints,  the  anguish  view 

Of  him  who  groans  beneath  your  load ; 
He  gives  his  sacred  life  for  you, 

For  you  he  sheds  his  precious  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men ; 
But  lo  !  what  su(hl('n  joys  we  see, 
Jesus,  the  dead,  ]-evives  again  ! 


HIS   RESURRECTIOT^.  71 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb ; 

Up  to  his  Father\s  court  he  flies ; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns ; 
Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant  Death  in  chains. 

6  Say,  "  Live  forever,  glorious  King, 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  ;" 
Then  ask — "  O  death  !  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
And  where  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  V 

82.      7s. 

1  AisTGEL,  roll  the  rock  away ! 
Death,  yield  up  the  mighty  prey : 
See  !  He  rises  from  the  tomb, 
Glowins:  with  immortal  bloom. 


"O 


2  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes — 
Now  to  glory  see  him  rise 

In  long  triumph  through  the  sky. 
Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high. 

3  Heaven  unfolds  its  portals  wide  ! 
Mighty  conqueror !  through  them  ride 
King  of  glory  !  mount  thy  throne. 
Boundless  empire  is  thine  own. 

4  Powers  of  heaven,  seraphic  choirs, 
Sing,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres ; 
Sons  of  men,  in  huml^ler  strain. 
Sing  your  mighty  Saviour's  reign. 


72  CHRIST. 

5  Every  note  witli  wonder  swell, 
Sin  o'erthrown,  and  captive  hell ! 
Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 
Where  thy  terrors,  vanqnished  king  ? 

83.      7s. 

1  Hark  !  the  herald  angels  say, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day : 
Kaise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  victory  won : 
Jesus'  agony  is  o'er. 

Darkness  veils  the  earth  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  s"tone,  the  watch,  the  seal — 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell : 
Death,  in  vain,  forbids  His  rise, 
Christ  hath  oj)ened  paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King  ! 
Where,  O  death  !  is  now  thy  sting  ? 
Once  He  died,  our  souls  to  save  : 
Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  ? 

84.       L.  M. 
Luke  xxiv. 

1  Abide  with  us,  and  still  unfold 
Thy  sacred  and  prophetic  lore  ; 
The  wond'rous  things  of  Jesus  told — 
Stranger,  we  thirst,  we  pant  for  more. 


HIS   RESURRECTIOlSr.  73 

2  O  stay  with  us,  and  still  converse 

Of  Him  that  late  on  Calvary  died — 
Of  Him  the  prophecies  rehearse  : 
It  was  our  friend  they  crucified. 

3  Our  souls  are  faint,  our  hearts  are  cold — 

We  thought  that  Israel  He'd  restore : 
But  sweet  the  words  thy  lips  have  told, 
And,  stranger,  we  complain  no  more. 

4  Thus  while  they  pray'd,  at  their  request. 

The  stranger  bows  with  smile  divine : 
Then,  round  the  board,  the  unknown  guest 
And  weary  travellers  recline. 

5  Abide  with  us  !   amaz'd  they  cry. 

As  suddenly,  while  breaking  bread, 
Their  own  lost  Jesus  met  their  eye. 
With  radiant  glories  round  Plis  head  ! 

« 

6  Abide  with  us,  thou  heavenly  friend ! 

Leave  not  thy  followers  alone : 
The  sweet  communion  here  must  end — ■ 
The  heavenly  visitant  is  gone. 


85.       L.  M. 

{^Eighth  Century.') 

A  srYMisr  of  glory  let  us  sing ! 
New  hymns  throughout  the  world  shall  ring 
Christ,  by  a  way  none  ever  trod, 
Ascendeth  to  the  throne  of  God. 
4 


74  CHRIST. 

2  The  angels  say  to  the  eleven, 
"Why  stand  ye  gazing  into  heaven  ?" 
This  is  the  Saviour — this  is  He ! 
Jesus  hath  triumph'd  gloriously. 

3  They  said,  the  Lord  should  come  again, 
As  these  beheld  Him  rising  then. 
Calm  soaring  through  the  radiant  sky, 
Mounting  its  dazzling  summits  high. 

4  May  our  affections  thither  tend, 
And  thither  constantly  ascend. 
Where,  seated  on  the  Father's  throne, 
Thee  reio^nins:  in  the  heavens  we  own  ! 

5  Be  thou  our  present  joy,  O  Lord ! 
Who  wilt  be  ever  our  reward ; 
And,  as  the  countless  ages  flee. 
May  all  our  glory  be  in  thee  ! 


86.       6s  and  4s. 

1  KiSE,  glorious  Conqueror !   rise, 
Into  thy  native  skies, — 

Assume  thy  right : 
And  where,  in  many  a  fold. 
The  clouds  are  backward  roll'd — 
Pass  through  those  gates  of  gold, 

And  reign  in  light ! 

2  Victor  o'er  death  and  hell ! 
Cherubic  legions  swell 

The  radiant  train : 
Praises  all  heaven  inspire  ; 


HIS  ASCENSION.  75 

Each  angel  sweeps  his  lyi^e, 
And  waves  his  wings  of  fire, — 
Thou  Lamb  once  slain  ! 

Saviour  triumphant,  hail ! 
And  let  thy  name  prevail 

From  age  to  age : 
Lord  of  the  rolling  years  ! 
Claim  for  thine  own  the  spheres; 
For  thou  hast  bought  with  tears 

Thy  heritage. 

Yet  who  are  these  behind. 
In  numbers  more  than  mind 

Can  count  or  say. 
Clothed  in  immortal  stoles, 
Illumining  the  poles, 
A  galaxy  of  souls 

In  white  array  ? 

And  then  was  heard  afar 
Star  answering  to  star: 

"  Lo  !  these  have  come — ■ 
Followers  of  Him  who  gave 
His  life  their  lives  to  save ; 
And  now  their  palms  they  wave, 

Brought  safely  home." 

87.    7s. 

Hail  the  day  that  saw  him  rise, 
Glorious  to  his  native  skies ; 
Christ  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Enters  now  the  gates  of  Heaven : 


76  CHRIST. 

There  the  glorious  triumph  waits ; 
Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ! 
Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene, 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in  ! 

2  Him  though  highest  heaven  receives, 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves — 
Thouofh  returnino;  to  his  throne, 
Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own. 

Still  for  us  he  intercedes, 
Prevalent,  his  death  he  pleads ; 
Next  himself  prepares  a  place, 
Great  Forerunner  of  our  race  ! 

3  Master !  (may  we  ever  say,) 
Taken  from  the  world  away. 
See  thy  faithful  servants,  see, 
Ever  gazing  up  to  thee. 

Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight. 
High  above  yon  azure  height, — 
Gi'ant  our  souls  may  thither  rise, 
FoU'wing  thee  beyond  the  skies. 

4  Ever  upward  may  we  move, 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love ; 
Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come — 
Looking  for  a  happier  home. 

There  shall  we  with  thee  remain. 
Partners  of  thy  endless  reign : 
There  thy  face  unclouded  see — 
Find  a  heaven  of  heavens  in  thee. 


HIS  PRAYERS.  T7 

88.  L.  M.     61. 

1  We  saw  thee  not,  when  thou  didst  tread, 

O  Saviour !  this  our  sinful  earth ; 
Nor  heard  thy  voice  restore  the  dead, 

And  wake  them  to  a  second  birth : 
But  we  believe  that  thou  didst  come — 
For  us  didst  leave  thy  heavenly  home. 

2  We  were  not  with  the  faithful  few 

Who  stood  thy  bitter  cross  around ; 
Nor  heard  the  prayer  for  those  that  slew — 

Nor  felt  that  earthquake  rock  the  ground : 
We  saw  no  spear-wound  pierce  thy  side, 
Yet  we  believe  that  thou  hast  died. 

3  No  angel's  message  met  our  ear 

On  that  first  resurrection  day : 
"The  Lord  is  risen — He  is  not  here — 

Come  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay !" 
But  we  believe  that  thou  didst  quell 
The  banded  powers  of  death  and  hell. 

4  We  saw  thee  not  return  on  high, — • 

And  now,  our  Ion  Gains'  sio-ht  to  bless, 
No  ray  of  glory  from  the  sky 

Shines  down  upon  our  wilderness : 
Yet  we  believe  that  thou  art  there  ; 
And  seek  thee.  Lord,  in  praise  and  prayer. 

89.  L.  M.    6  1. 

Our  Saviour''s  Prayers. 

1  At  evening,  when  his  toils  were  o'er, 
He  sent  the  multitudes  away  ; 


78  CHRIST. 

And  on  the  mountain  or  tlie  sliore 

All  niglit  remaiu'd  alone  to  pray, 
Till  o'er  his  head  the  stars  grew  dim — 
When  was  the  hour  of  rest  for  him  ? 

2  "  O  Father,  save  me  from  this  hour, — 

Yet  for  this  hour  to  earth  I  came," — 
He  pray'd  in  weakness ;  then,  with  power, 

Cried :  "  Father,  glorify  thy  name  !" 
"I  have !"  a  voice  from  heaven  replied, 
"  And  still  it  shall  be  glorified." 

3  Stretch'd  on  the  ignominious  tree, 

For  those  whose  hands  had  nail'd  him  there, 
Who  stood  and  mock'd  his  misery — 

He  offer'd  up  his  latest  prayer : 
Then  with  the  voice  of  victory  cried, 
'"Tis  finish'd  !"  bow'd  his  head  and  died. 

4  Then  all  his  prayers  were  answer'd — all 

The  fruits  of  his  soul's  travail  gain'd ; 
The  cup  of  wormwood  and  of  gall 

Down  to  the  dregs  his  lips  had  drainM : 
Accomplish'd  was  the  eternal  plan — 
He  tasted  death  for  every  man. 

5  Now  hy  the  throne  of  God  he  stands ; 

Aloft  the  golden  censer  bears 
And  offers,  with  high  priestly  hands. 

Pure  incense,  with  his  people's  ])raye]-s  : 
Well  pleased  the  Father  eyes  the  Son, 
And  says  to  each  request,  "  'Tis  done." 


HIS   EXAMPLE.  79 


90.       L.  M.     6 1. 


1  Father,  to  us  thy  Son  reveal, 

111  every  form  that  once  he  wore, 
When,  with  his  blood  our  peace  to  seal. 

Our  sins  he  in  his  body  bore :  — 
For  all  a  full  atonement  made, 
For  each  a  priceless  ransom  j)aid. 

2  The  helpless  child  in  Bethlehem  born, 

Heaven's  pilgrim  thro'  earth's  wilderness, 
The  man  of  sorrows  and  of  scorn, 

Him  as  our  Lord  we  would  confess ; 
And  nothing  know  or  seek  beside 
Christ  Jesus,  and  him  crucified. 

3  So  may  we  in  his  likeness  grow, 

God  in  the  flesh  made  manifest — 
Through  whom  thine  image,  lost  below, 

On  souls  new-born  is  re-impressed: 
No  longer  kindred  to  the  clod. 
Though  sons  of  Adam,  sons  of  God. 

91.       C.  M. 

1  Behold  !  where,  in  a  mortal  form, 

Appears  each  grace  divine : 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met. 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor 
Was  his  divine  employ. 


80  CHRIST. 

3  Mid  keen  reproacli  and  cruel  scorn, 

He,  meek  and  patient,  stood : 
His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  his  life 
Who  labored  for  their  good. 

4  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 

Before  his  Father's  throne. 
With  soul  resigned,  he  bowed,  and  said, 
"  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done !" 

5  Be  Christ  our  pattern  and  our  guide, 

His  image  may  we  bear ; 
O  may  we  tread  his  holy  steps. 
His  joy  and  glory  share  ! 

92.       L.  M. 

1  How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine 
That  in  thy  meekness  used  to  shine — 
That  lit  thy  lonely  pathway,  trod 

In  wondrous  love,  O  Lamb  of  God! 

2  O !  who  like  thee,  so  calm,  so  bright. 
Thou  Holy  One,  thou  Light  of  Light : 
O  !  who  like  thee  did  ever  go 

So  patient  through  a  world  of  woe  ! 

3  O  !  who  like  thee  so  hural)ly  bore 
The  scorn,  the  scoffs  of  men  before : 
So  meek,  so  lowly,  yet  so  high. 

So  glorious  in  humility ! 

4  Through  all  thy  life's  unchanging  years, 
A  man  of  sorrows  and  of  tears  : 

The  cross,  where  all  our  sins  were  laid, 
Upon  thy  bending  shoulders  weighed ; 


HIS    EXAMPl.E.  ■  81 

5  And  death,  that  sets  the  prisoner  free, 
Was  pang,  and  scoff,  and  scorn  to  thee  :• 
Yet  love  through  all  thy  torture  glowed, 
And  mercy  with  tliy  life-l)lood  flowed. 

6  O  wondrous  Lord  !  my  soul  would  be 
Still  more  and  more  conformed  to  thee — 
Would  learn  of  thee,  the  lowly  One, 
And,  like  thee,  all  my  journey  run. 

7  O  !  give  me  ever,  on  the  road, 

To  trace  thy  footsteps,  Son  of  God ! 
And  give  me,  all  my  life,  to  be 
A  sacrifice  to  love  and  thee  ! 


93.       L.  M. 

Wheiste'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 

And  tempt  our  tho'ts  or  tongues  to  strife ; 

To  Jesus  let  us  lit\  our  eyes. 

Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  hfe. 

O  how  benevolent  and  kind  ! 

How  mild — how  ready  to  forgive  ! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind. 

And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will 
Was  his  emjiloyment  and  delight ; 

Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  through  his  life,  divinely  bright. 

Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 
The  labors  of  his  life  were  love : 
4* 


82  CHRIST. 


Tlien,  if  we  bear  tlie  Saviour's  name, 
Our  souls  let  liis  example  move. 


M.       S.  M. 

Tiiou  art  gone  up  on  liigli 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
And  round  Thy  throne  unceasingly 

The  songs  of  praise  arise ; 
But  we  are  lingeiing  here, 

With  sin  and  care  oppress'd : 
Lord,  send  thy  promised  Comforter, 

And  lead  us  to  our  rest ! 

Thou  art  gone  up  on  high. 

But  thou  didst  first  come  down. 
Through  earth's  most  bitter  misery, 

To  pass  unto  thy  crown : 
And  girt  with  griefs  and  fears 

Our  onward  course  must  be ; 
But  only  let  that  path  of  tears 

Lead  us  at  last  to  thee  ! 

Thou  art  gone  up  on  high, 

But  thou  shalt  come  again. 
With  all  the  bright  ones  of  the  sky 

Attendant  in  thy  train. 
O  !  by  thy  saving  power 

So  make  us  live  and  die, 
That  we  may  stand  in  that  dread  hour 

At  thy  riglit  hand  ou  high  ! 


HIS   FRIENDSHIP.  88 


95.       6s  and  10s. 

1  Thou  who  didst  stoop  below 
To  drain  the  cup  of  Avoe, 

And  wear  the  form  of  frail  mortality  ; 

Thy  blessed  labors  done, 

Thy  crown  of  vict'ry  won, 
Hast  passed  from  earth — passed  to  thy  home  on 
high. 

2  Our  eyes  behold  thee  not. 
Yet  hast  thou  not  forgot 

Those  who  have  placed  their  hope,  their  trust 
in  thee : 

Before  thy  Father's  face 

Thou  hast  prejoared  a  place. 
That  where  thou  art,  there  may  they  also  be. 

3  It  was  no  path  of  flowers, 
Through  this  dark  world  of  ours. 

Beloved  of  the  Father !  thou  didst  tread  ; 

And  shall  we  in  dismay 

Shrink  from  the  narrow  way. 
When  clouds  and  darkness  are  around  it  spread  ? 

4  O  thou  who  art  our  Life  ! 

Be  with  us  through  the  strife: 
Was  not  thy  head  by  earth's  rude  tempests 
bowed  ? 
Raise  thou  our  eyes  above 
To  see  a  Father's  love 
Beam,  like  the  bow  of  promise,  through  the 
cloud. 


84  '  CHEIST. 

5  Ev'n  tlirougli  tlie  awful  gloom 
Which  hovel's  o'er  the  tomb, 
That  light  of  love  our  guiding  star  shall  be : 
Our  spirits  shall  not  dread 
The  shadowy  way  to  tread, 
Friend,  Guardian,  Saviour !  which  doth  lead  to 
thee. 


96.       L.  M.      6 1. 

1  WnEis"  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark  and  friends  are  few, 
On  him  I  lean  who,  not  in  vain. 
Experienced  every  human  pain : 

He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears. 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way. 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  j^ursue, 

Or  do  the  ill  I  would  not  do ; 

Still  he  who  felt  temptation's  power. 

Will  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend — 
And,  from  his  hand,  his  voice,  his  smile, 
Divides  me  for  a  little  while — 

My  Saviour  marks  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  "  Jesus  wept"  o'er  Lazarus  dead. 

4  And,  oh !  when  I  have  safely  passed. 
Through  every  conflict  but  the  last, 


HIS   INTERCESSIOISr.  85 

Still,  Lord,  unchanging,  watcli  beside, 
My  dying  bed,  for  thou  hast  died : 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 

97.       L.M. 

1  Wheke  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands, 
The  house  of  God  not  made  with  hands, 
A  great  High  Priest  our  nature  wears — 
The  Guardian  of  mankind  appears. 

2  Though  now  ascended  up  on  high. 
He  bends  on  earth  a  brother's  eye ; 
Partaker  of  the  human  name. 

He  knows  the  frailty  of  our  frame. 

3  Our  Fellow-sufferer  yet  retains 
A  fellow-feeling  of  our  pains ; 
And  still  remembers,  in  the  skies, 
His  tears,  his  agonies,  and  cries. 

4  In  every  pang  that  rends  the  heart 
The  Man  of  sori'ows  had  a  part ; 
He  sympathizes  with  our  grief. 
And  to  the  sufferer  sends  rehef. 

5  With  boldness,  therefore,  at  the  throne. 
Let  us  make  all  our  sorrows  known ; 
And  ask  the  aid  of  heavenly  power 

To  help  us  in  the  evil  hour. 


86  CHRIST. 


98.       L.  M. 

1  He  livefs, — the  great  Redeemer  lives ; 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives ! 
And  now,  before  his  Father,  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merit  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  sins  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice,  armed  with  frowns,  appears ; 
But,  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face. 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace, 

3  Hence,  then,  ye  black,  despairing  thoughts ; 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 

His  powerful  intercessions  rise. 
And  guilt  recedes  and  terror  dies. 

4  Great  Advocate  !  almis-htv  Friend  ! 
On  thee  our  humble  hopes  depend : 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail. 
For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail. 


99.       lis. 

1  On !  sweet  was  the  voice  of  the  First-born 
of  heaven, 
Though  poor  his  apparel,  though  earthly 
his  form, 
Who  said  to  the  mourner,  "  Thy  sins  are  for- 
given," 
"Be  whole"  to  the  sick,  and  "Be  still"  to 
the  storm. 


HIS   GLOKY.  87 

2  Thou  Judge  of  tlie  world !  when,  array'd  in 

thy  glory, 
Thy  summons  at  last  shall  be  heard  from 

on  high. 
When  nature  stands  trembhng  and  naked 

before  thee. 
And  waits  on  thy  sentence  to  live  or  to 

die: 

3  When  the  heavens  shall  fly  fast  from  the 

sound  of  thy  thunder, 

And  the  sun  in  thy  lightnings  grow  languid 
and  pale. 
And  the  sea  yield  her  dead,  and  the  tomb 
cleave  asunder. 

In  the  hour  of  thy  terrors,  let  mercy  pre- 
vail! 

100.      C.  M. 

1  All  hail,  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall : 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

2  Crown  him,  ye  mai-tyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  small, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 


88  CHRIST. 

4  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

5  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball. 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 


101.        7s. 

1  Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme. 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name ; 

Ye  who  Jesus'  kindness  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love, 

2  Ye  who  see  the  Father's  grace, 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face. 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move. 
Praise  and  bless  redeemino^  love. 

3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears ; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Cancell'd  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring. 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string ; 
Mortals,  join  the  hosts  alcove — 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 


HIS   GLORY.  89 

102.       C.  P.  M. 

On,  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth — 
Oh,  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth 

Which  in  my  Saviour  shine  ! 
I'd  soar  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings. 

In  notes  almost  divine. 

I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin  and  wrath  divine : 
I'd  sing  his  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all  perfect,  heavenly  dress, 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne : 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlasting  days 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  his  face ; 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend, 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 

103.        6s  and  4s. 

Rev.  V. 

1  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 
Let  heaven  and  earth  reply, 


90  CHRIST. 

"  Praise  ye  his  name  !" 
His  love  and  grace  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore : 
Sing  loud  for  evermore, 

"  Worthy  the  Laml3 !" 

2  While  they  around  the  throne 
Cheerfully  join  in  one. 

Praising  his  name — 
Ye,  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  your  peace  with  God, 
Sound  his  dear  name  abroad, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

3  Join,  all  ye  ransomed  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless : 

Praise  ye  his  name  ! 
In  him  we  will  rejoice 
And  make  a  joyful  noise — 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !" 

4  Soon  must  we  change  our  ^^lace, 
Yet  will  we  never  cease 

Praising  his  name : 
To  him  our  songs  we  bring — 
Hail  him  our  gracious  King  ! 
And  tlirougli  all  ages  sing, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !" 


HOLY  SPIRIT.  91 

HOLY    SPIRIT. 

104.       L.M.    61. 

Creator  Spirit !  by  whose  aid 

The  world's  foundations  first  were  laid — 

Thrice  holy  Fount,  thrice  holy  Fire, 

Our  hearts  with  heavenly  love  inspire  : 

From  sin  and  sorrow  set  us  free. 

And  make  thy  temples  worthy  thee. 

Come,  and  thy  sacred  unction  bring. 
To  sanctify  us  while  we  sing ; 
Make  us  eternal  truth  receive. 
And  practise  all  that  we  believe : 
Give  us  thyself  that  we  may  see 
The  Father  and  the  Son  by  thee. 

Immortal  honor,  endless  fame. 
Attend  the  Almighty  Father's  name ! 
Thy  Saviour  Son  be  glorified, 
Who  for  lost  man's  redemption  died  ! 
And  equal  adoration  be, 
Eternal  Comforter,  to  thee ! 

105.        C.  M. 

1  Spirit  Divine  !  attend  our  prayer, 

And  make  our  hearts  thy  home ; 
Descend  with  all  thy  gracious  power : 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ! 

2  Come  as  the  light :  to  us  reveal 

Our  sinfulness  and  woe ; 


92  HOLY   SPIRIT. 

And  lead  us  in  those  patlis  of  life 
Wliere  all  the  righteous  go. 

3  Come  as  the  fire,  and  purge  our  hearts, 

Like  sacrificial  flame : 
Let  our  whole  soul  an  ofi'Ving  be 
To  our  Kedeemer's  name. 

4  Spirit  Divine !   attend  our  prayer. 

And  make  our  hearts  thy  home  ; 
Descend  with  all  thy  gracious  power : 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come ! 

106.       L.  M. 

[About  A.  D.  1000.] 

1  O  Holy  Ghost !  Thou  fire  Divine  ! 
From  highest  heaven  upon  us  shine : 
Comforter,  be  thy  comfort  mine  ! 

2  Thou  rich  in  comfort !  ever  blest 

The  heart  where  thou  art  constant  guest. 
Who  giv'st  the  heavy-laden  rest. 

3  Bright  Sun  of  Grace  !  Thy  sunshine  dart 
On  all  who  cry  to  thee  apart, 

And  fill  with  gladness  every  heart. 

4  Thy  will  be  ours  in  all  our  ways ; 
O  !  melt  the  frozen  with  thy  rays : 
Call  home  the  lost  in  error's  maze. 

5  And  grant  us.  Lord,  who  cry  to  thee, 
And  hold  the  faith  in  unity, 

Thy  precious  gifts  of  charity ; 


HOLY   SPIRIT.  93 

6  That  we  may  live  in  holiness, 
And  find  in  death  our  happiness, 
And  dwell  with  thee  in  lasting  bhss. 

107.       7s. 

1  Holy  Spirit,  in  my  breast, 
Grant  that  lively  "  faith"  may  rest ; 
And  subdue  each  rebel  thousfht 
To  believe  what  Thou  hast  tauc^ht ! 

2  When  around  my  sinking  soul 
Gathering  waves  of  sorrow  roll, 
Spirit  blest,  the  tempest  still. 
And  with  "  hope"  my  bosom  fill ! 

3  Holy  Spirit,  from  my  mind, 
Thought,  and  wish,  and  will  unkind, 
Deed  and  word  unkind,  remove. 
And  my  bosom  fill  with  "  love !" 

4  Till  my  faith  be  lost  in  sight, 
Hope  give  place  to  full  delight, 
Love  return  to  dwell  with  Thee 
In  the  threefold  Deity ! 

108.       S.  M. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

Let  thy  bright  beams  arise ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin ; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood ; 


94  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

And  to  our  wond'rino:  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

3  Revive  our  drooping  faitli ; 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove ; 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

4  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit !  come ; 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free : 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee. 


109.     s.  M. 

Blest  Comforter  Divine ! 

Let  rays  of  heavenly  love 
Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine. 

And  guide  our  souls  above. 

Draw,  with  thy  "  still  small  voice," 

From  every  sinful  way ; 
And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice. 

Though  earthly  joys  decay. 

By  thine  inspiring  breath 
Make  every  cloud  of  care. 

And  ev'n  the  gloomy  vale  of  deatli 
A  smile  of  glory  wear. 


HOLY  SPIRIT.  95 

4  Oh  fill  thou  every  heart 

With  love  to  all  our  race  ! 
Great  Comforter !  to  us  impart 
These  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

110.       7s. 

1  Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine  ! 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost,  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine  ! 
Long  hath  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  with  joy  divine. 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart. 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart ! 

4  Holy  Spirit,  all  Divine  ! 
Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine : 
Cast  down  every  idol-throne  ; 
Reign  su]3reme,  and  reign  alone ! 

111.       7s. 

1  Holy  Spieit — Love  divine ! 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine : 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 
Fill  me  with  thy  heavenly  love. 

2  Speak  thy  pardoning  grace  to  me. 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free : 


96  SEASONS   OF   WORSHIP. 

Lead  me  to  tlie  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  Ms  precious  blood. 

3  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way : 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine  ; 
Keep  me.  Lord,  forever  thine. 


SEASONS    OF    WORSHIP. 
112.     C.  P.  M. 

The  Em- till y  and  the  Heavenly  Temple. 

The  festal  morn,  my  God !  is  come, 
That  calls  me  to  thy  hallowed  dome, 

Thy  presence  to  adore : 
My  feet  the  summons  shall  attend. 
With  willing  steps  thy  courts  ascend, 

And  tread  the  sacred  floor. 

With  holy  joy  1  hail  the  day 
That  warns  my  thirsting  soul  away 

To  dwell  among  the  blest ! 
For,  lo !  my  great  Redeemer's  power 
Unfolds  the  everlasting  door. 

And  leads  me  to  his  rest ! 

Ev'n  now,  to  my  expecting  eyes 

The  heaven-built  towers  of  Salem  rise ; 

Ev'n  now,  with  glad  survey, 
I  view  her  mansions,  that  contain 
The  angel  forms,  a  beauteous  train, 

And  shine  with  cloudless  day. 


SABBATH.  97' 

4  Hitlier,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 
Lo  !  the  redeemed  of  God  ascend, 

Their  tribute  hither  bring : 
Here,  crowned  with  everhisting  joy. 
In  hymns  of  praise  their  tongues  employ, 

And  hail  the  immortal  King. 

113.       S.  M. 

1  Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest. 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ! 
Welcome  to  this  revivino-  breast 
And  these  rejoicmg  eyes. 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near. 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here. 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day,  amid  the  place 

Where  God,  my  God,  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Within  the  tents  of  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this. 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

114.       C.  M. 

1  When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose, 
And  sighs  her  God  to  seek. 
How  sweet,  to  hail  the  evening's  close 

That  ends  the  weary  week  ! 
5 


98  SEASONS   OF   WORSHIP. 

2  How  sweet  to  hail  tlie  early  dawn 

Tliat  opens  on  the  sight, 
When  first  that  soul-reviving  morn 
Sheds  forth  new  rays  of  light ! 

3  Sweet  day !  thine  hours  too  soon  will  cease ; 

Yet,  w^liile  they  gently  roll, 
Breathe,  heavenly  Spirit,  source  of  j^eace, 
A  Sabbath  o'er  my  soul ! 

4  When  will  my  pilgrimage  be  done, 

The  world's  lonij:  week  be  o'er — 
That  Sabbath  dawn,  which  needs  no  sun, 
That  day,  which  fades  no  more  ? 

115.       L.  M. 

1  Blest  hour !  when  mortal  man  retires 

To  hold  communion  with  his  God — 
To  send  to  heaven  his  warm  desires. 
And  listen  to  the  sacred  Word. 

2  Blest  hour !  when  earthly  cares  resign 

Their  empire  o'er  his  anxious  breast ; 
While,  all  around,  the  calm  divine 
Proclaims  the  holy  day  of  rest. 

3  Blest  hour !  when  God  himself  draws  nigh, 

Well  pleased  his  people's  voice  to  hear ; 
To  hush  the  penitential  sigh. 

And  wipe  away  the  mourner's  tear. 

4  Blest  hour !  for,  where  the  Lord  resorts, 

Foretastes  of  future  bliss  are  given  ; 
And  mortals  find  his  earthly  courts 
The  house  of  God,  the  gate  of  heaven. 


SABBATH.  99 


116.        7s. 

1  To  Thy  temple  I  repair ; 
Lord,  I  love  to  worship  there, 
When  within  the  veil  I  meet 
Thee  before  the  mercy-seat. 

2  While  thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue ; 
That  my  joyful  soul  may  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord  my  Righteousness. 

3  While  the  prayers  of  saints  ascend, 
God  of  love  !  to  mine  attend  : 
Hear  me,  for  thy  Spirit  pleads ; 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 

4  While  I  hearken  to  thy  law, 
Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe, 
Till  thy  Gospel  bring  to  me 
Life  and  immortality. 

5  While  thy  ministers  proclaim 
Peace  and  pardon,  in  thy  Name, 
Through  their  voice,  by  faith,  may 
Hear  Thee  speaking  from  on  high. 

6  From  thy  house  when  I  return. 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn  ; 
And  at  evening  let  me  say, 

"  I  have  walked  with  God  to-day." 

117.       L.  M. 

1  AisroTHEE  six  days'  work  is  done ; 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun ; 


100  SEASONS   OF   WORSHIP. 

Return,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest ; 
Enjoy    the   day   thy  God  hath  blest. 

2  O  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies, 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows ! 

3  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest 
Which  for  the  Church  of  God  remains ; 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away  : 

How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end ! 

118.       L.  M. 

1  If,  in  a  temple  made  with  hands, 
God  speaketh  still  his  high  commands ; 
Let  me  to  that  Idlest  place  repair. 
That  I  may  learn  my  duty  there. 

2  If,  in  diseases  of  the  soul. 

There  be  a  Power  that  makes  it  whole ; 
Let  me  to  that  pure  fount  apply. 
Lest  the  neglected  spirit  die. 

3  If  there  be  still  a  sacrifice. 

That  may  to  God  with  ftxvor  rise ; 
Let  me  present  a  contrite  heart, 
Ere  from  this  temple  I  depart. 

4  If,  in  the  dread  of  death's  dark  hour, 
The  Word  of  Life  hath  soothing  power ; 


SABBATH. 


101 


To  liear  that  word,  my  spirit  haste, 
Ere  yet  the  pains  of  death  I  taste. 

.5  Where  God  woidd  have  th'  oblation  ma(h^, 
There  be  the  wilHng  tribute  paid  ; 
Till  to  his  name  I  consecrate 
The  worship  of  an  endless  state. 

119.  L.  M. 

1  Lo,  God  is  here ! — let  us  adore, 

And  own  how  dreadful  is  this  place  ! 
Let  all  within  us  feel  his  power, 
And  silent  bow  l^efore  his  face ! 

2  Lo,  God  is  here ! — him,  day  and  night. 

United  choirs  of  angels  sing ; 
To  him,  enthroned  above  all  height, 
Let  saints  their  humble  worship  bring ! 

3  Lord  God  of  hosts !  oh,  may  our  praise 

Thy  courts  with  grateful  incense  fill ! 
Still  may  we  stand  before  thy  face. 
Still  hear  and  do  thy  sovereign  will ! 

120.  L.  M. 

1  WiiEisr,  as  returns  this  solemn  day, 

Man  comes  to  meet  his  Maker,  God, 
What  rites,  what  honors  shall  he  pay  ? 
How  sj)read  his  sovereign  name  aljroad  ? 

2  From  marble  domes  and  gilded  spires 

Shall  curling  clouds  of  incense  rise, 
And  gems,  and-gold,  and  garlands  deck 
The  costly  pomp  of  sacrifice  ? 


102  SEASONS   OF   WORSHIP. 

3  Vain,  sinful  man  !  creation's  Lord 

Thy  golden  offerings  well  may  sj^are ; 
But  give  thy  heart,  and  thou  shalt  find 
Here  dwells  a  God  who  heareth  prayer. 

4  O,  grant  us,  in  this  solemn  hour, 

From  earth  and  sin's  allurements  free. 
To  feel  tliy  love,  to  own  thy  power. 

And  raise  each  raptured  thought  to  thee ! 


121.      L.  M.     6  1. 

Great  God !  this  sacred  day  of  thine 
Demands  the  soul's  collected  powers ; 

With  joy  we  now  to  thee  resign 
These  solemn,  consecrated  hours : 

O  may  our  souls  adoring  own 

The  grace  which  calls  us  to  thy  throne ! 

Omniscient  God  !  thy  piercing  eye 
Can  every  secret  thought  explore; 

May  worldly  cares  our  bosoms  fly. 
And  where  thou  art  intrude  no  more : 

O  may  thy  grace  our  spirits  move. 

And  fix  our  minds  on  things  above  ! 

Great  God  !  thy  powerful  aid  impart. 
And  bid  thy  Word,  with  life  divine. 

Engage  the  ear,  and  warm  the  heart ; 
Then  shall  the  day  indeed  be  thine : 

Then  shall  our  souls  adoring  own 

The  grace  that  calls  us  to  thy  throne ! 


PUBLIC.  103 

122.       8s,  7s  aud  4. 

1  Ik  thy  courts,  O  Lord !  assembling, 

We  thy  people  uow  draw  near ; 
Teach  us  to  rejoice  with  trembling  ; 
Speak  and  let  thy  servants  hear — 

Hear  with  meekness, 
Hear  thy  Word  with  godly  fear. 

2  While  on  earth  our  days  are  lengthen'd, 

May  we  give  them,  Lord,  to  thee ; 
Cheer'd  l)y  hope,  and  daily  strengtheuVl, 
May  we  run,  nor  weary  be, 

Till  thy  glory, 
Without  cloud,  in  heaven  we  see. 

123.      L.  M. 

1  When  in  these  courts  we  seek  thy  face. 

And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live. 
Hear  thou  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place, 
And  when  thou  hearest,  O  forgive ! 

2  Here,  when  thy  messengers  proclaim 

The  blessed  gospel  of  thy  Son, 
Still,  by  the  power  of  his  great  name. 
Be  mighty  signs  with  wonders  done. 

3  Hosanna !  to  their  heavenly  king 

When  children's  voices  raise  that  song, 
Hosanna !  let  their  angels  sing. 

And  heaven  with  earth  the  strain  prolong. 

4  But  will  indeed  Jehovah  deign 

Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest  ? 


lOi  SEASONS   OF  WORSHIP. 

Here  will  tlie  great  Redeemer  reign, 
And  here  the  Holy  Sjjirit  rest? 

5  That  glory  never  hence  depart ! 

Yet  choose  not,  Lord,  this  house  alone ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  to  every  heart, 
In  every  bosom  fix  thy  throne. 

124      L.-M.     61. 

Hebrews  xii. 

1  Not  to  the  Mount  that  burn'd  with  fire. 

To  darkness,  tempest,  and  the  sound 
Of  trumpet  sounding  higher  and  higher  ; 

Nor  voice  of  words  that  rent  the  ground 
While  Israel  heard,  with  trembling  awe, 
Jehovah  thunder  forth  his  law  : 

2  But  to  Mount  Zion  we  are  come, 

The  city  of  the  living  God — 
Jerusalem,  our  heavenly  home. 

The  courts  by  angel-legions  trod ; 
Wliere  meet,  in  everlasting  love. 
The  Church  of  the  first-born  above : 

3  To  God,  the  Judge  of  quick  and  dead. 

The  perfect  spirits  of  the  just — 
Jesus,  our  great  new  covenant  Head, 

The  blood  of  sprinkling — from  the  dnst 
That  better  thino's  than  Abel's  cries. 
And  pleads  a  Saviour's  sacrifice. 

4  O  hearken  to  the  healing  voice, 

That  speaks  from  heaven  in  tones  so  mild ; 
To-day  are  life  and  death  our  choice ; 
To-day,  through  mercy  reconciled, 


PUBLIC.  105 

Our  all  to  God  we  yet  may  give ; 
Now  let  us  hear  his  voice,  and  live. 

125.      C.  M. 

Pentecost.     Acts  ii. 

1  When  God  of  old  came  down  from  heaven, 

In  power  and  wrath  he  came  ; 
Before  his  feet  the  clouds  were  riven, 
Half  darkness  and  half  flame : 

2  But  when  he  came  the  second  time, 

He  came  in  power  and  love  ; 
Softer  than  gale  at  morning  prime, 
Hover'd  his  holy  Dove. 

3  The  fires  that  rusli'd  on  Sinai  down, 

In  sudden  torrents  drea4, 
Now  gently  light  a  glorious  crown 
On  every  sainted  head. 

4  Like  arrows  went  those  lightnings  forth, 

Wing'd  with  the  sinner's  doom  ; 
But  these,  like  tongues,  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Proclaiming  life  to  come. 

5  And  as  on  Israel's  awe-struck  ear. 

The  voice  exceeding  loud — 
The  trump  that  angels  quake  to  hear, 
Thrill'd  from  the  deep,  dark  cloud — 

6  So  when  the  Spirit  of  our  God 

Came  down  his  flock  to  find, 
A  voice  from  heaven  was  heard  abroad — 
A  rushing,  mighty  wind. 
5* 


106  SEASONS   OF   WORSHIP. 

T  N(^r  dotli  the  outward  ear  alone 
At  that  high  warning  start ; 
Conscience  gives  back  th'  appalling  tone : 
'Tis  echoed  in  the  heart. 

8  Come,  Lord,  come  Wisdom,  Love  and  Power, 
Open  our  ears  to  hear ; 
Let  us  not  miss  th'  accepted  hour : 
Save,  Lord,  by  love  or  fear ! 

126.       L.  M. 

1  God  is  our  refuge  and  defence — 

In  trouble,  our  unfailing  aid : 
Secure  in  his  omnipotence. 

What  foe  can  make  our  souls  afraid  ? 

2  There  is  a  river,  pure  and  bright. 

Whose  streams  make  glad  the  heavenly 
plains  : 
There,  in  eternity  of  light. 
The  city  of  our  God  remains. 

3  Not  on  a  seraph's  wing  of  fire, — ■ 

But  on  the  mightier  wings  of  prayer. 
We  reach  that  home  of  pure  desire. 
And  feel  his  cloudless  presence  there. 

4  But  soon,  ah  !  soon  !  our  spirits  droop, 

Unwont  the  air  of  heaven  to  breathe : 
Yet  God,  in  very  deed,  will  stoop. 

And  dwell  himself  with  men  beneath. 

5  Come  to  thy  living  temples,  then ; 

As  in  the  ancient  times  appear : 
Let  earth  be  pai-adise  again. 

And  man,  O  God,  thine  image  here ! 


PUBLIC.  107 

127.  L.  M. 

1  Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 
Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time ; 
Draw  back  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new,  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys. 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys  ? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road. 
When  we  are  walking  back  to  God  ? 
For  strangers  into  life  we  come, 
And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

4  Welcome,  sweet  hour  !  of  full  discharge, 
That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large  ; 
Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell, 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

128.  C.  M. 

1  O  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire, 

For  here,  we  trust,  thou  art ! 
Kindle  a  flame  of  heavenly  fire 
In  every  waiting  heart. 

2  Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace, 

And  love,  and  concord  dwell ; 
Here,  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, — 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

3  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye — 

The  humble  mind  bestow  ; 


108  SEASONS   OF   WORSHIP. 

And  shine  upon  us  from  on  liigli, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 

4  Show  us  some  token  of  tliy  love, 
Our  fainting  hope  to  raise  ; 
And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

129.       C.  M. 

Psalm  Ixxxiv.     (April,  1648.) 

1  IIow  lovely  are  thy  dwellings  fair, 

O  Lord  of  hosts  !  how^  dear 
The  pleasant  tabernacles  are 

Where  Thou  dost  dwell  so  near ! 

2  My  soul  doth  long  and  almost  die 

Thy  courts,  O  Lord,  to  see ; 
My  heart  and  flesh  aloud  do  cry, 
O  living  God,  for  thee ! 

3  Plappy,  who  in  thy  house  reside. 

Where  thee  they  ever  praise  ; 
Happy,  whose  strength  in  thee  doth  bide, 
And  in  their  hearts  thy  ways. 

4  They  pass  through  Baca's  thirsty  vale. 

That  dry  and  barren  ground, 
As  through  a  fruitful  watery  dale 
Where  spi'ings  and  showers  al)ound. 

5  They  journey  on  from  strength  to  strength. 

With  joy  and  gladsome  cheer. 
Till  all  before  our  God  at  length 
In  Zion  do  a]^])ear. 


PUBLIC.  109 

6  For  God  the  Lord,  botli  sun  and  shield, 

Gives  grace  and  glory  bright ; 
No  good  from  them  shall  be  withheld 
Whose  ways  are  just  and  right. 

7  Lord  God  of  Hosts,  who  reign'st  on  high  ! 

That  man  is  truly  blest 
Who  doth  on  thee  alone  rely — 
In  thee  alone  doth  rest. 


130.     c.  M. 

Psalm  cxxii. 

1  O  !  'twas  a  joyful  sound  to  hear 

Our  tribes  devoutly  say : 
"  Up,  Israel,  to  the  temple  haste, 
And  keep  your  festal  day !" 

2  At  Salem's  courts  we  must  appear. 

With  our  assembled  powers. 
In  strong  and  beauteous  order  ranged, 
Like  her  united  towers. 

3  O  pray  we  then  for  Salem's  peace  ! 

For  they  shall  prosp'rous  be, 
Thou  holy  city  of  our  God, 
Who  bear  true  love  to  thee. 

4  May  peace  within  thy  sacred  walls 

A  constant  guest  be  found; 
With  plenty  and  prosperity 
Thy  palaces  be  crowned. 


110  SEASONS    OF    WORSHIP. 

131.  S.M. 
Psalm  cxxii. 

1  Our  willing  feet  shall  stand 

Witliiu  the  tem}>le-door, 
While  young  and  old,  in  many  a  band, 
Shall  throne:  the  sacred  floor. 

2  Thither  the  tribes  repair, 

Where  all  are  wont  to  meet, 
And  joyful  in  the  house  of  prayer 
Bend  at  the  mercy-seat. 

3  Pray  for  Jerusalem, 

The  city  of  our  God  : 
The  Lord  from  heaven  be  kind  to  them 
That  love  the  dear  abode. 

4  Within  these  w^alls  may  peace 

And  harmony  be  found  ; 
Zion,  in  all  thy  palaces 
Prosperity  abound ! 

5  For  friends  and  brethren  dear, 

Our  prayer  shall  never  cease ; 
Oft  as  they  meet  for  woi'ship  here, 
God  send  his  people  peace ! 

132.  L.M. 

Psulni  c. 

1  With  one  consent,  let  all  the  earth 
To  God  their  cheerful  voices  raise ; 
Glad  homage  pay,  Avith  awful  mirth. 
And  sing  before  him  songs  of  praise. 


PUBLIC. 


Ill 


2  Convinced  that  He  is  God  alone, 

From  whom  both  we  and  all  proceed  ; 
We,  whom  He  chooses  for  his  own — 
The  flock  which  He  vouchsafes  to  feed. 

3  O  enter  then  his  temple  gate. 

Thence  to  his  courts  devoutly  press  ; 
And  still  your  grateful  hymns  repeat. 
And  still  his  name  wdth  praises  bless. 

4  For  He's  the  Lord — supremely  good — 

His  mercy  is  forever  sure  ; 
His  truth,  w^hich  always  firmly  stood, 
To  endless  ages  shall  endure. 

133.     lis.  and  8s. 
Psalm  c. 

1  Be  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the  earth ; 

Oh,  serve  him  with  gladness  and  fear : 
Exult  in  his  presence  with  music  and  mirth, 
With  love  and  devotion  draw  near. 

2  The  Lord  He  is  God,  and  Jehovah  alone — 

Creator  and  Ruler  o'er  all ; 
And  we  are  his  people,  his  sceptre  we  own — 
His  sheep,  and  we  follow  his  call. 

3  Oh,  enter  his  gates  with  thanksgiving  and 

song;  _ 

Your  vows  m  his  temple  proclaim  : 
His  praise  with  melodious  accordance  prolong, 
And  bless  his  adorable  name. 

4  For  good  is  the  Lord — inexpressil)ly  good, 

And  we  are  the  work  of  his  hand  ; 


112  SEASONS   OF   WORSHIP. 

His  mercy  and  trutli  from  eternity  stood, 
And  shall  to  eternity  stand. 

134.    rs. 

Psalm  cxvii. 

1  All  ye  nations,  praise  tlie  Lord  ! 

All  ye  lands,  your  voices  raise  : 

Heaven  and  earth,  with  loud  accord, 

Praise  the  Lord,  forever  praise ! 

2  For  his  truth  and  mercy  stand — ■ 

Past,  and  present,  and  to  be — 
Like  the  years  of  his  right  hand. 
Like  his  own  eternity. 

135.     L.  M. 

Psalm  cl, 

1  Praise  ye  the  Lord — let  praise  employ, 
Li  his  own  courts,  your  songs  of  joy ; 
Praise  him  for  his  almighty  deeds, 
Whose  greatness  all  your  pi'aise  exceeds. 

2  Kecount  his  works,  in  strains  divine — 

His  wondrous  works,  how  hriglit  tliey  shine ! 
In  praise  awake  each  tuneful  string, 
And  to  the  solemn  organ  sing. 

3  Let  all,  whom  life  and  breath  inspire, 
Attend  and  join  the  blissful  choir; 
But  chiefly  ye,  who  know  his  Word, 
Adore  and  love,  and  praise  the  Lord ! 


PUBLIC.  113 

136.     C.  M. 

Psalm  cxlviii. 

1  Praise  ye  the  Lord,  on  every  height 

Songs  to  his  glory  raise  ; 
Ye  angel  hosts  !  ye  stars  of  light ! 
Join  in  immortal  praise. 

2  O  fire  and  vapor,  hail  and  snow ! 

Ye  servants  of  his  will ; 
O  stormy  winds  !  that  only  blow 
His  mandates  to  fulfill ; — 

3  Mountains  and  rocks  to  heaven  that  rise ; 

Fair  cedars  of  the  wood  ; 
Creatures  of  life,  that  wing  the  skies, 
Or  track  the  plains  for  food  ; — 

4  Judges  of  nations — kings  whose  hand 

Waves  the  proud  sceptre  high ; 
O  youths  and  maidens  of  the  land — 
O  age  and  infancy ; — 

5  Praise  ye  his  name,  to  whom  alone 

All  homage  should  be  given — 
Whose  glory  from  th'  eternal  throne, 
Spreads  wide  o'er  earth  and  heaven. 

137.     7s. 

Psalm  cxlviii. 

1  Peaise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above  ! 
Spirits  perfected  in  love  : 
Sun  and  moon  !  your  voices  raise — 
Sing,  ye  stars  !  your  Maker's  praise. 


114  SEASONS   OF   WORSHIP. 

2  Earth  !  from  all  tliy  depths  below, 
Ocean's  hallelujahs  flow ; 
Lightning,  vapor,  wind  and  storm. ! 
Hail  and  snow  !  his  will  perform. 

3  Vales  and  mountains  !  burst  in  song  ; 
Kivers  !  roll  with  praise  along  : 
Clap  your  hands,  ye  trees  !  and  hail 
God,  who  comes  in  every  gale. 

4  Birds !  on  wings  of  rapture  soar, 
Warble  at  his  temple  door ; 

Joyful  sounds,  from  herds  and  flocks, 
Echo  back,  ye  caves  and  rocks  ! 

5  Kings  !  your  Sovereign  serve  with  awe  ; 
Judges !  own  his  righteous  law  ; 
Princes  !  worship  him  with  fear ; 

Bow  the  knee,  all  people,  here  ! 

6  High  above  all  height  his  throne, 
Excellent  his  name  alone ; 

Him  let  all  his  works  confess ! 
Him  let  every  being  bless ! 

138.     C.  M. 

1  To  Thee  all  angels  cry  aloud. 

To  thee  the  powered  on  high. 
Both  cherubim  and  seraphim, 
Continually  do  cry  : — 

2  "  O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Whom  heavenly  hosts  obey, 
The  world  is  witli  the  glory  flU'd 
Of  thy  majestic  sway." 


PUBLIC.  115 

3  Til'  apostles'  glorious  company,  _ 

And  propliets  crown'd  with  liglit, 
With  all  the  martyrs'  noble  host, 
Thy  constant  praise  recite. 

4  The  holy  Chnrch,  throughout  the  world, 

O  Lord  !  confesses  thee. 
That  thou,  Eternal  Father,  art 
Of  boundless  majesty. 

139.     s.  M. 

1  Ye  holy  angels  l)right ! 

Who  stand  Ijefore  God's  throne  ; 
And  dwell  in  his  own  glorious  light : 
Praise  ye  the  Lord,  each  one. 

2  Ye  blessed  souls  at  rest ! 

That  see  your  Saviour's  face, 

O  1)6  your  sweet  delight  express'd 

In  rapturous  songs  of  praise. 

3  All  nations  of  the  earth ! 

Extol  the  world's  great  King  ; 
With  sacred  melody  and  mirth. 
His  glorious  praises  sing. 

4  Sing  forth  Jehovah's  praise, 

Ye  saints  that  on  him  call ! 
Him  magnify  and  laud  always, 
His  holy  churches  all. 

5  My  soul !   bear  thou  thy  part ; 

Triumph  in  God  above : 
Thou  art  his  own — with  well-tun'd  heart 
Sing  thou  the  songs  of  love. 


116  SEASONS   OF   WORSHIP. 


140.      L.  M. 

1  Depart  awhile,  each  thought  of  care — 

Be  earthly  things  forgotten  all, 
And  speak,  my  soul !  thy  grateful  prayer, 

Obedient  to  the  sacred  call : 
For  hark !  the  pealing  chorus  swells  ; 

Devotion  chants  the  hymn  of  praise  ; 
And  now  of  joy  and  hope  it  tells, 

Till,  fainting  on  the  ear,  it  says — • 
Glory  to  thee,  to  thee,  O  Lord ! 

2  Thine,  wondrous  Babe  of  Galilee ! 

Fond  theme  of  David's  harp  and  song — ■ 
Thine  are  the  notes  of  minstrelsy ; 

To  thee  its  ransomed  chords  belong. 
And  hark !  again  the  chorus  swells  ; 

The  song  is  wafted  on  the  breeze ; 
And  to  the  listening  earth  it  tells, 

In  accents  soft  and  sweet  as  these, — ■ 
Glory  to  thee,  to  thee,  O  Lord  ! 

3  IMy  heart  doth  feel  that  still  he's  near, 

To  meet  the  soul  in  hours  like  this ; 
Else,  why,  O  why,  that  falling  tear. 

When  all  is  peace,  and  love,  and  ])liss  ? 
But  hark  !  that  Bethlehem  chorus  swells 

Anew  its  thrilling  vesper  strain ; 
And  still  of  joy  and  hope  it  tells, 

And  bids  creation  sing  again, — 
Glory  to  thee,  to  thee,  O  Lord ! 


PUBLIC. 


117 


141.      7s. 

1  Peaise,  oh,  praise  the  Name  Divine  ! 
Prai-se  him  at  the  hallowed  shrine  ; 
Let  the  firmament  on  high, 

To  its  Maker's  praise  reply. 

2  All  who  vital  breath  enjoy. 

In  his  praise  that  breath  employ : 
Heaven  and  earth  the  chorus  join  ; 
Praise,  oh,  praise  the  Name  divine ! 

142.  s.  M. 

1  How  sweet  to  bless  the  Lord, 

And  in  his  praises  join 
With  saints,  his  goodness  to  record, 
And  sing  his  power  divine  ! 

2  But  oh,  the  bliss  sublime, 

When  joy  shall  be  complete. 
In  that  unclouded,  glorious  clime 
Where  all  thy  servants  meet ! 

3  Then  shall  the  ransomed  throng 

The  Saviour's  love  record. 
And  shout,  in  everlasting  song, — 
"  Salvation  to  the  Lord  T' 

143.  H.  M. 

Psalm  cxxxiii. 

1  How  beautiful  the  sight 
Of  brethren  who  agree 


118  SEASONS   OF   WORSHIP. 

In  friendsliip  to  unite, 

And  bonds  of  charity ! 
'Tis  like  the  precious  ointment,  shed 
O'er  all  his  robes,  from  Aaron's  head. 

2  'Tis  like  the  dews  that  fill 

The  cups  of  Hermon's  flowers, 
Or  Zion's  fruitful  hill. 

Bright  with  the  drops  of  showers ; 
When  mingling  odors  breathe  arouud. 
And  glory  rests  on  all  the  ground. 

3  For  there  the  Lord  commands 

Blessings,  a  boundless  store, 
From  his  unsparing  hands  ; 

Yea,  life  for  evermore: 
Thrice  happy  they  who  meet  above 
To  spend  eternity  in  love ! 

IM.       S.  M. 

The  Lord's  Prayer. 

1  Our  heavenly  Father,  hear 

The  prayer  we  oifer  now : 
Thy  name  be  hallowed  far  and  near. 
To  thee  all  nations  bow  ! 

2  Thy  kingdom  come  ;  thy  will 

On  earth  be  done  in  love, 
As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfil 
Thy  perfect  law  above  ! 

3  Our  daily  bread  supply. 

While  by  thy  word  we  live ; 
The  guilt  of  our  iniquity 
Forgive — as  we  forgive! 


PUBLIC.  119 

4  From  dark  temptation's  power, 

From  Satan's  wiles  defend ; 
Deliver  in  the  evil  hour, 
And  guide  us  to  the  end  ! 

5  Thine,  then,  forever  be 

Glory  and  power  divine  ; 
The  sceptre,  throne,  and  majesty 
Of  heaven  and  earth  are  thine  ! 


145.     C.  M. 

1  Our  Father,  God,  who  art  in  heaven. 

All  hallowed  be  thy  name  ! 
Thy  kingdom  come ;  thy  will  be  done. 
In  earth  and  heaven  the  same ! 

2  Give  us,  this  day,  our  daily  bread  ; 

And  as  we  those  forgive 
Who  sin  against  us,  so  may  we 
Forgiving  grace  receive. 

3  Into  temptation  lead  us  not ; 

From  evil  set  us  free ; 
And  thine  the  kingdom,  thine  the  power 
And  glory,  ever  be  ! 

146.      7s  and  6s. 
Psalm  XX. 

1  The  Lord  in  trouble  hear  thee, 
And  help  from  Zion  send ; 
The  God  of  grace  be  near  thee. 
To  comfort  and  befriend! 


120  SEASONS    OF    WORSHIP. 

Tliy  human  weakness  strengthen, 

Thy  earthly  wants  supply, 
Thy  span  of  nature  lengthen 

To  endless  life  on  high  ! 

2  Above  his  own  anointed 

His  banner  bright  shall  wave : 
Their  times  are  all  appointed  ; 

The  Lord  his  flock  will  save : 
Through  life's  deceitful  mazes 

Their  steps  will  safely  bear  ; 
Accept  their  feeble  praises. 

And  hear  their  every  prayer. 

147.     c.  M. 

Evening  of  the  LorcVs  Day. 

1  Fkeqitent  the  day  of  God  returns. 

To  shed  its  quickening  beams ; 
And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns  ! 
How  languid  are  its  flames ! 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love ; 

Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive : 
We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above. 
And  praise  thee  Avhile  we  live. 

3  Increase,  O  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope. 

And  fit  us  to  ascend 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up. 
The  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  end ; — 

4  Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air, 

With  heavenly  lustre  shine  ; 
Before  tlie  throne  of  God  appear. 
And  feast  on  love  divine. 


SABBATH.  121 

148.         L.    M. 

1  Sweet  is  tlie  light  of  Sabbath  eve, 

And  soft  the  sunbeams  liug'riug  there ; 
For  these  blest  hours  the  world  I  leave, 
Wafted  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer. 

2  Season  of  rest !  the  tranquil  soul 

Feels  the  sweet  calm,  and  melts  in  love ; 
And  while  these  sacred  moments  roll, 
Faith  sees  a  smiling  heaven  above, 

3  Nor  will  our  days  of  toil  be  long : 

Our  pilgrimage  will  soon  be  trod  ; 
And  we  shall  join  the  ceaseless  song. 
The  endless  Sabbath  of  our  God. 


149.       L.  M. 

1  TiiiisrE  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love ; 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above : 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire. 
With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress. 

Nor  sin,  nor  death,  shall  reach  the  place ; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
That  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  gloomy  cares  shall  there  annoy, 
No  conscious  guilt  disturb  our  joy ; 
But  every  doubt  and  fear  shall  cease. 
And  perfect  love  give  perfect  peace. 

6 


122  SEASONS   OF   WORSHIP, 

4  Tliiiie  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  h)ve ; 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above : 
To  that  our  longing  souls  asj^ire, 

With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 

150.        8s,  7s,  and  4. 
After  Sermon. 

1  LoKD  !  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Let  us  all,  thy  love  possessing. 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ! 

Oh  refresh  us — 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  Ave  give  and  adoration, 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  : 
Let  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  : 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

151.       C.  M. 

1  Whilst  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power ! 

Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  filled. 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestow'd,- 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar : 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  llow'd  ; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 


PUBLIC.  123 

3  In  eacli  event  of  life,  liow  clear 

Thy  ruling  liand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
Because  conferr'd  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  myfavor'd  hour. 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resign'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gath'riug  storm  shall  see  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear — ■ 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

152.      c.  M. 

1  Father  of  all !  whose  care  extends 

To  earth's  remotest  shore ! 
Through  ever}^  age  thy  praise  ascends ; 
Let  every  heart  adore  ! 

2  What  conscience  dictates  to  be  done. 

Or  warns  me  not  to  do. 
This  teach  me  more  than  death  to  shun, 
That  more  than  life  pursue. 

3  If  I  am  right,  thy  grace  impart. 

Still  in  the  right  to  stay  ; 
If  I  am  wrong,  O  teach  my  heart 
To  find  that  better  way  ! 


124  SEASONS   OF   WORSHIP. 

4  Save  me  alike  from  foolish  pride, 

Or  impious  discontent, 
At  aught  thy  wisdom  has  denied. 
Or  aught  thy  goodness  lent. 

5  Teach  me  to  feel  another's  woe. 

To  hide  tlie  fault  I  see ; 

That  mercy  I  to  others  show, 

That  mercy  show  to  me. 

6  Mean  though  I  am,  not  wholly  so. 

Since  quicken'd  by  thy  breath ; 
O  lead  me,  whereso'er  I  go. 

Through  this  day's  life  or  death ! 

1  This  day,  be  bread  and  peace  my  lot; 
But  all  beneath  the  sun 
Thou  know'st  if  best  bestow'd  or  not. 
And  let  thy  will  be  done. 

8  To  Thee,  whose  temple  is  all  space — • 
Whose  altar,  earth,  sea,  skies — 
One  chorus  let  all  being  raise  ! 
All  nature's  incense  rise  ! 

153.       L.  M. 

Mornin(/. 

1  New  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove ; 
Through  sleep  and  darkness  safely  bi'ought- 
Restored  to  life,  and  power,  and  thought. 

2  New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 
Hover  around  us  while  we  pray ; 


DAILY   DEVOTION.  125 

New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 

New  tlioughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  heaven. 

3  If  on  our  daily  course  our  mind 
Be  set,  to  hallow  all  we  find, 

Some  softening  gleam  of  love  and  prayer 
Shall  dawn  on  every  cross  and  care. 

4  Only,  O  Lord !  in  thy  dear  love 
Fit  us  for  perfect  rest  above ; 
And  help  us,  this  and  every  day, 
To  live  more  nearly  as  we  pray. 


154.      L.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul !  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  course  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart ! 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part; 
Who  all  nio-ht  Ion"-  unwearied  siu^:, 
"  Glory  to  thee,  eternal  King !" 

3  I  wake,  I  wake,  ye  heavenly  choir ! 
May  your  devotion  me  inspire  ; 
That  I  like  you  my  age  may  spend, 
Like  you  may  on  my  God  attend. 

4  May  I  like  you  in  God  delight, 
Have  all  day  long  my  God  in  sight ; 
Perform  like  you  my  Maker's  will : 
O  may  I  never  more  do  ill ! 


126  SEASONS   OF   WOllSHIP. 

5  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew : 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew ; 

Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

6  Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say. 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might. 
In  thy  sole  gloiy  ma^^  unite. 

7  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

155.       L.  M. 

1  In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid, 

I  safely  passed  the  silent  night ; 
Again  I  see  the  breaking  shade, 
I  drink  again  the  morning  light. 

2  New-l:)orn,  I  bless  the  waking  hour. 

Once  more,  with  awe,  rejoice  to  be ; 
My  conscious  soul  resumes  lier  power. 
And  springs,  my  guardian  God,  to  thee. 

3  O  guide  me  thi'ough  the  various  maze 

My  douT)tful  feet  are  doomed  to  tread ; 
And  spread  thy  shield's  protecting  blaze 
Where  dangers  press  around  my  head ! 

4  A  deeper  shade  will  soon  impend 

A  deeper  sleep  mine  eyes  o})press; 

Yet  then  thy  strength  sliall  still  defend 

Thy  goodness  still  delight  to  l)less. 


DAILY   DEVOTIOISr.  127 

5  That  deeper  sliade  sliall  break  away, 

That  deeper  sleep  shall  leave  mine  eyes  ; 
Thy  light  shall  give  eternal  day — 
Thy  love,  the  rapture  of  the  skies ! 

156.  L.  M. 

1  Now  doth  the  sun  ascend  the  sky, 

And  wake  creation  with  its  ray  ! 
Keep  us  from  sin,  O  Lord,  most  high ! 
Through  all  the  actions  of  the  day. 

2  Curb  thou  for  us  the  unruly  tongue, 

Teach  us  the  way  of  peace  to  prize. 
And  close  our  eyes  against  the  throng 
Of  earth's  absorbing  vanities. 

3  So  when  the  evening  stars  appear. 

And  in  their  train  the  darkness  bring. 
May  we,  O  Lord,  with  conscience  clear, 
Our  praise  to  thy  pure  glory  sing  ! 

157.  L.M. 

1  O  BLEST  Creator  of  the  light ! 

Who  dost  the  dawn  from  darkness  bring ; 
And,  framing  nature's  depth  and  height. 
Didst  with  the  new-born  light  l)egin  : 

2  Who,  gently  blending  eve  with  morn, 

And  morn  with  eve,  didst  call  them  day : 
Thick  flows  the  flood  of  darkness  down : 
O  hear  us  as  we  weep  and  pray  ! 

3  Keep  Thou  our  souls  from  schenies  of  crime, 

Nor  guilt  remorseful  let  them  know ; 


128  SEASONS   OF  WORSHIP. 

Nor,  thinking  but  on  things  of  time, 
Into  eternal  darkness  go. 

4  Teach  us  to  knock  at  heaven's  high  door ; 
Teach  us  the  prize  of  hfe  to  win ; 
Teach  us  all  evil  to  abhor. 
And  purify  ourselves  within. 

158.     C.  M. 

The  Christian  to  his  Soul. — Sunrise. 

1  Soil  not  thy  plumage,  gentle  dove ! 

With  su})lunary  things — 
Till  in  the  fount  of  light  and  love 
Thou  shalt  have  bathed  thy  wings. 

2  Shall  Nature  from  her  couch  arise. 

And  I'ise  for  thee  in  vain  ? 
While  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas,  and  skies, 
Such  types  of  truth  contain. 

3  See,  where  the  Sun  of  Kighteousness 

Unfolds  the  gates  of  day : 
Go,  meet  Him  in  His  glorious  dress, 
And  quaff  the  orient  ray  ! 

4  There,  where  ten  thousand  seraphs  stand 

To  crown  the  circling  hours. 
Soar  thou ;  and,  from  that  l)lissful  land, 
Bring  down  unfading  flowers — 

5  Some  Rose  of  Sharon  dyed  in  blood. 

Some  spice  of  Gilead's  balm. 
Some  lily  washed  in  Calvary's  flood, 
Some  branch  of  heavenly  palm  ! — 


MORNING.  129 

6  And  let  the  drops  of  sparkling  dew 
From  Siloa's  spring  be  shed, 
To  form  a  fragrance  fresh  and  new — 
A  halo  round  thy  head. 

T  Spread  then  thy  plumes  of  faith  and  prayer, 
Nor  fear  to  wend  away  ; 
And  let  a  glow  of  heavenly  air 
Gild  every  earthly  day  ! 

159.       S.  H.  M. 

1  Where'er  I  gaze  below, 

Eich  worlds  of  beauty  lie — 
A  l)alsam  for  the  heart  of  woe. 

Light  for  the  folding  eye : 
Yet  this  alone  can  dry  the  tear. 
To  find  and  feel  the  Saviour  near ! 

2  'Tis  well  to  love  his  earth, 

DeckVl  in  her  robes  of  state — 
To  mark  her,  when  renewVl  in  birth, 

Upon  his  bounty  wait — 
To  cast  the  gladden'd  eye  around. 
And  feel  that  all  is  holy  ground. 

3  But  if  he  disappears. 

And  veils  his  look  of  love, 
The  gayest  scene  is  dimm'd  by  tears — 

The  thoughts  bewilder'd  rove: 
Vain  the  bright  sea  and  brighter  skies. 
Vain  man's  supremest  harmonies. 

4  May  then  the  morn's  bright  wings 

Some  cov'nant  blessing  bear, 
6* 


130  SEASONS   OF   WOKSillP. 

While  the  rapt  spirit  upward  springs, 

With  an  anointed  prayer — 
Saviour !  I  bow  before  thy  throne, 
Not  for  thy  works,  but  Thee  alone ! 

160.       L.M.     61. 

1  When,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies, 
The  morning  light  salutes  mine  eyes, 

O  Sun  of  Righteousness  divine  ! 
On  me  with  beams  of  mercy  shine : 
Chase  the  dark  clouds  of  sin  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  As  every  day  thy  mercy  spares 
Will  bring  its  trials  and  its  cares ; 
O  Saviour!  till  my  life  shall  end, 
Be  thou  my  counsellor  and  friend : 
Teach  me  thy  precepts,  all  divine. 
And  be  thy  great  example  mine. 

J>  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labors  close. 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  I'epose, 
With  pardoning  mercy  richly  blest. 
Guard  me,  my  Saviour,  while  I  rest ; 
And,  as  each  moi'uing  sun  shall  rise, 
O  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies ! 

4  And,  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun — 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labors  done- 
Jesus,  thy  heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying  bed  ; 
And  from  death's  gloom  my  s})irit  i-aise 
To  see  tliy  face  and  sing  thy  pi-aise. 


MORNING.  181 


161.       C.  M. 


1  My  God,  beneath  thy  watching  eye, 

I  laid  me  down  and  slept : 
Thy  tender  mercy,  ever  nigh, 
In  peace  my  spirit  kept. 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  thy  wings 

My  weary  limbs  reposed  ; 
And,  undisturbed  by  earthly  things, 
A  day  of  labor  closed. 

3  Safe  in  thine  everlastins:  arms, 

That  compass VI  me  around. 
Body  and  soul,  from  outward  harms 
And  inward  fears,  were  found. 

4  Thus,  till  the  morn  in  beauty  broke, 

My  sleep  was  sweet  to  me : 
Thy  voice  then  called  me,  I  awoke 
And  found  myself  with  Thee. 

5  Humbly  beside  my  couch  I  knelt. 

And  while  I  strove  to  praj^, 
The  eai'nest  in  my  heart  I  felt 
Of  blessings  through  the  day. 

6  Oh  !  oft  to  cheer  me,  to  and  fro 

By  restless  passions  driven, 
Such  nights  of  calm  from  care  and  woe, 
Such  days  of  hope  be  given  ! 


132  SEASONS   OF   WORSHIP. 

162.      Ts. 

1  In  the  morning  hear  my  voice, 
Let  me  in  thy  light  rejoice : 

God,  my  Sun !  my  strength  renew. 
Send  thy  blessing  down  like  dew. 

2  Through  the  duties  of  the  day 
Grant  me  grace  to  watch  and  pray, — 
Live  as  always  seeing  Thee, 
Knowing  "Thou,  God,  seest  me." 

3  When  the  evening  skies  display 
Richer  robes  than  noon's  array. 
Be  the  shades  of  death  to  me 
Bright  with  immortality. 

4  When  the  round  of  care  is  run. 
And  the  stars  succeed  the  sun. 
Songs  of  praise  with  prayer  unite, — • 
Crown  the  day,  and  hail  the  night. 

5  Thus  with  thee,  ray  God,  ray  Friend, 
Time  begin,  continue,  end. 

While  life's  joys  and  sorrows  2:)ass, 
Like  the  changes  of  the  grass. 

163.      L.  M. 

Evening. 

\   Gloky  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  lio^ht : 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me.  King  of  kings ! 
Beneath  tliine  own  Almighty  wings. 


EVENING.  183 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  tliy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself  and  Thee 
J,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed : 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
llise,  glorious,  at  the  awful  day. 

4  O  let  my  soul  on  thee  repose ! 

And  may  sweet  sleep  my  eyelids  close — • 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vigorous  make 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  If  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 

My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply  : 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest — 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest.  . 

6  O  when  shall  I,  in  endless  day. 
Forever  chase  dark  sleep  away ! 
And  hymns  divine  with  angels  sing — 
Glory  to  thee,  eternal  King ! 

164.      L.  M. 

1  Sun  of  my  soul !    thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  thou  be  near : 

Oh  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  thee  from  thy  servant's  eyes ! 

2  When  round  thy  wondrous  works  below 
My  searching,  rapturous  glance  I  throw, 
Tracing  out  Wisdom,  Power  and  Love, 
In  earth  or  sky,  in  stream  or  grove ; 


134  SEASONS   OF   WORSHIP. 

3  Or  by  the  light  thy  words  disclose 
Watch  time's  full  river  as  it  flows, 
Scanning  thy  gracious  Providence, 
Where  not  too  deep  for  mortal  sense  ; — 

4  When  with  dear  friends  sweet  talk  I  hold. 
And  all  the  flowers  of  life  unfold  : 

Let  not  my  heart  within  me  burn, 
Except  in  all  I  thee  discern. 

5  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep. 

Be  my  last  thought  how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

6  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve. 
For  without  thee  I  cannot  live : 
Al)ide  with  me  when  nis-lit  is  nio^h. 
For  without  thee  I  dare  not  die. 

7  If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  thine 
Have  spurn'd  to-day  thy  voice  divine, 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin  : 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 

8  Watch  l)y  the  sick — enrich  the  poor 
With  l)lessings  from  thy  boundless  store : 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night 

Like  infants'  slumbers,  pure  and  light. 

9  Come  near  and  l)less  us  wlien  we  wake. 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take : 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  thy  love 

We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 


EVENING.  135 


165. 


1  Softly  now  the  light  of  day- 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away  : 
Free  from  care,  from  hil^or  free, 
Lord,  I  would  commune  with  thee ! 

2  Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day- 
Shall  forever  pass  away : 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me.  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee  ! 

166.       L.  M. 

1  O  TiiotT  true  life  of  all  that  live  ! 

Who  dost,  unmov'd,  all  motion  sway — 
Who  dost  the  morn  and  evening  give, 
And  through  its  changes  guide  the  day  ; 

2  Thy  light  upon  our  evening  pour ! 

So  may  our  souls  no  sunset  see ; 
But  death  to  us  an  open  door 
To  an  eternal  morning  be. 

167.      9s  and  8s. 

1  Hap.k!    'tis  the  breeze  of  twilight  calling 

Earth's  weary  children  to  repose  ; 
While,  round  the  couch  of  Nature  falling. 
Gently  the  night's  soft  curtains  close. 

2  Soon  o'er  a  world,  in  sleep  reclining, 

Numberless  stars  through  yonder  dark 


136  SEASONS    OF    WORSHIP. 

Shall  look  like  eyes  of  elierubs  sliining 
From  out  the  veils  that  hid  the  Ark. 

3  Guard  us,  O  Thou  who  never  sleepest ! 

Thou  wlio  ill  silence  thron'd  above, 
Throughout  all  time  unwearied  keepest 
Thy  watch  of  glory,  power  and  love : 

4  Grant  that  beneath  thine  eye  securely 

Our  souls,  aAvhile  from  life  withdrawn, 
May,  in  their  dai'kness,  stilly,  purely, 
Like  sealed  fountains  rest  till  dawn. 


168.      7s. 

1  Slowly,  by  God's  hand  unfurled, 
Down  around  the  weary  world 
Falls  the  darkness ;  O,  how  still 
Is  the  working  of  His  will ! 

2  Mighty  Spirit,  ever  nigh  ! 
Work  in  me  as  silently ; 

Veil  the  day's  distracting  sights, 
Show  me  heaven's  eternal  hghts. 

3  Living  stars  to  view  be  brought 

In  the  boundless  realms  of  thouo-ht 
High  and  infinite  desires, 
Flaming  like  those  upper  fires ! 

4  Holy  Truth !  Eternal  Right ! 
Let  them  break  upon  my  siglit ! 
Let  them  sliine  serene  and  still, 
And  with  light  my  being  fill. 


EVENING.  137 

169.     c.  M. 

Night. 

1  TiiEE,  in  the  watches  of  the  night, 

My  spirit  would  adore  ; 

0  God,  in  darkness,  as  in  hght, 
Defend  me  evermore ! 

2  Yet  not  in  Providence  alone, 

In  grace  thyself  impart ; 
Erect  thy  temple,  fix  thy  throne, 
Rule  thou,  within  my  heart. 

3  The  morn  and  evening  sacrifice. 

The  noon  and  midnight  prayer, 

1  know  that  thou  wilt  not  despise, 

"When  meekly  offer'd  there. 

4  Though  heaven  and  earth  thy  presence  fill, 

Thou  surely  art,  O  Lord, 
With  him  who  loves  and  does  thy  will — 
Who  hears  and  keeps  thy  Word ! 

5  Henceforth  be  this  the  end  and  aim 

Of  all  my  life  below, 
Till  to  the  tomb  my  dust  descend, 
To  thee  my  spu'it  go. 


138  THE   SCRIPTURES. 


THE    SCRIPTURES. 

170.       L.  M.     81. 

WiTHiisr  this  awful  volume  lies 
The  mystery  of  mysteries : 
O !  happiest  they  of  human  race 
To  whom  our  God  has  given  grace 
To  read,  to  fear,  to  hope,  to  pray, 
To  lift  the  latch  and  force  the  way ; 
And  l)etter  had  they  ne'er  been  born. 
Who  read  to  doubt,  or  read  to  scorn. 


171.      C.  M. 

Psalm  xix. 

1  TiiY  law  is  perfect,  Lord  of  light ! 

Thy  testimonies  sure : 
The  statutes  of  thy  realm  are  right, 
And  thy  commandment  pui'e. 

2  Let  these,  O  God  !  my  soul  convert, 

And  make  thy  servant  wise — 
Let  these  ])e  gladness  to  my  heart, 
The  day-spring  to  mine  eyes. 

3  By  these  may  I  be  warn'd  l)etimes: 

Who  knows  the  guile  within  ? 
Lord  !  save  me  from  presumptuous  crimes, 
Cleanse  me  from  secret  sin  ! 


THE   SCRIPTURES.  139 

i  So  may  the  words  my  lips  express, 

The  thoughts  that  tliroiig  my  mind, 
O  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness ! 
With  thee  acceptance  find. 

172.      L.  M. 

"  A  disccrner  of  the  thoughts,^''  dr. — Heb.  iv. ;  John  i. 

1  Eye  of  God's  Word  !  where'er  we  turn. 

Ever  upon  us  !  thy  keen  gaze 

Can  all  the  depths  of  sin  discern, 

Unravel  every  bosom's  maze : 

2  Who  that  has  felt  thy  glance  of  dread 

Thi'ill  through  his  heart's  remotest  cells, 
Al)out  his  path,  about  his  bed. 

Can  doubt  what  spirit  in  thee  dwells  ? 

3  What  word  is  this  ?  Whence  know'st  thou  me  ? 

All  wond'ring  cries  the  humbled  heart. 
To  hear  thee  that  deep  mystery. 
The  knowledge  of  itself,  impart. 

4  The  childlike  faith  that  asks  not  sight — 

Waits  not  for  wonder  or  for  sign — 
Believes,  because  it  loves  aright — 
Shall  see  things  greater,  things  divine. 

5  Heaven  to  that  gaze  shall  open  wide. 

And  brightest  angels  to  and  fro 
On  messages  of  love  shall  glide 
'Twixt  God  above  and  man  below. 


140  THE   SCRIPTURES. 


173.       C.  H.  M. 

1  TiiY  Word,  O  Lord  !  like  gentle  dews, 

Falls  soft  on  liearts  that  pine : 
Lord,  to  thy  garden  ne'er  refuse 
Tliis  heavenly  balm  of  thine. 
Water'd  from  thee. 
Let  every  tree 
Blossom  and  iruit  yield  to  thy  praise. 

2  Thy  Word  is  like  a  flaming  sword — 

A  wedge  that  cleaveth  stone : 
Keen  as  a  fire,  so  burns  thy  Word, 
And  pierceth  flesh  and  bone. 
Let  it  go  forth 
O'er  all  the  earth. 
To  shatter  all  the  might  of  sin. 

3  Thy  Word,  a  wondrous  morning  star, 

On  pilgrims'  hearts  doth  rise ; 
Leads  to  their  Lord,  who  dwells  afar, 
And  makes  the  simple  wise. 
Let  not  its  light 
E'er  sink  in  night, 
On  every  spirit  let  it  shine. 


174.        C.  M. 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  Word 
What  endless  glory  shines ! 

Forever  l)e  thy  name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines  ! 


THE   SCRIPTURES.  141 

2  Here  springfi  of  consolation  rise 

To  cheer  the  fainting  mind ; 
And  thirsty  souls  receive  supplies, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows 

And  yields  a  free  repast ; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around ; 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound  ! 

5  Oh  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light ! 

6  Divine  Instructor — gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  forever  near ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  Word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there ! 


175.       C.  M. 

1  Great  God  !   with  wonder  and  with  praise, 

On  all  thy  works  I  look  ; 
But  still  thy  wisdom,  power  and  grace, 
Shine  brightest  in  thy  Book. 

2  Here  are  my  choicest  treasures  hid ; 

Here  my  best  comfort  lies  ; 


142  man's  natueal  state. 

Here  my  desires  are  satisfied, 
And  here  my  hopes  arise. 

3  Lord,  make  me  understand  thy  haw ; 
Show  what  my  faults  have  been  ; 
And  from  thy  Gospel  let  me  draw 
Pardon  for  all  my  sin. 


MAN'S    NATURAL    STATE. 
176.      s.  M. 

1  On  !  where  shall  rest  be  found — 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  ; 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above. 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years  ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  Tliere  is  a  deatli  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  ; 
O,  wliat  eternal  horroi's  liang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 


man's  natural  state.  143 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 
Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 
Lest  Ave  be  banished  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 

177.  C.  M. 

1  What  is  the  thing  of  greatest  price, 

The  whole  creation  round? 
That  which  was  lost  in  Paradise — 
That  which  in  Christ  is  found.    , 

2  The  soul  of  man,  Jehovah's  breath. 

That  keeps  two  worlds  at  strife : 
Hell  moves  beneath  to  work  its  death, 
Heaven  stoops  to  give  it  life. 

3  God,  to  redeem  it,  did  not  spare 

His  well-beloved  Son : 
Jesus,  to  save  it,  deigned  to  bear 
The  sins  of  all  in  one. 

4  And  is  this  treasure  borne  below. 

In  earthen  vessels  frail  ? 
Can  none  its  utmost  value  know, 
Till  flesh  and  spirit  fail  ? 

5  Then  let  us  gather  round  the  cross, 

That  knowledge  to  obtain ; 
Not  by  the  soul's  eternal  loss. 
But  everlasting  gain. 

178.  CM. 

1  How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 
Unconscious  of  its  load ! 


144:  jian's  natural  state. 

The  heart,  iinclianged,  can  never  rise 
To  liappiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught,  beneath  a  power  divine, 

The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
'Tis  thine.  Almighty  Saviour !  thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

3  'Tis  thine,  the  passions  to  recall, 

And  upward  bid  them  rise  ; 
And  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darkened  eyes : 

4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  sinner  live — 
A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  give ! 

5  O  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 

And  give  them  life  divine ! 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine  ! 

179.       CM. 

1  The  day  approaches,  O  my  soul ! 

The  great  decisive  day — 
Which  from  the  verge  of  mortal  life 
Shall  bear  thee  far  away. 

2  Another  day  more  awful  dawns. 

And  lo  !  the  Judge  appears : 

Ye  heavens,  retire  before  his  face ! 

And  sink,  ye  darkened  stars  ! 


man's  natural  state.  145 

3  Yet  does  one  sliort,  preparing  lioiir — 
One  precious  hour — remain : 
Rouse,  then,  my  soul,  with  all  thy  power, 
Nor  let  it  pass  in  vain  ! 

180.  C.  M. 

1  When,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 

O'erwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  see  my  Maker  face  to  face, 
O  !  how  shall  I  appear  ? 

2  If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought : 

3  When  thou,  O  Lord !  shalt  stand  disclosed 

In  majesty  severe. 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 

0  !  how  shall  I  appear  ? 

181.  S.  M. 

1  Waked  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 

1  from  my  grave  shall  rise, 

And  see  the  Judge  with  glory  crowned, 
And  see  the  flaming  skies  ! 

2  Who  can  resolve  the  doubt 

That  tears  my  anxious  breast  ? 
Shall  I  be  with  the  lost  cast  out. 
Or  numbered  with  the  blest  ? 

3  O  thou  that  wouldst  not  have 

One  wretched  sinner  die  ! 

7 


146  man's  natural  state. 

Who  dieclst  thyself,  my  soul  to  save 
From  endless  misery ! 

4  Show  me  the  way  to  shun 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe  ! 
That  when  thou  comest  on  thy  throne, 
I  may  -with,  joy  appear ! 

182.       L.  M. 
Psalm  li. 

1  Have  mercy  on  me,  O  my  God ! 

In  loving  kindness  hear  my  prayer : 
Withdraw  the  terror  of  thy  rod : 
Lord,  in  thy  tender  mercy,  spai*e ! 

2  Offences  rise  where'er  I  look, 

But  I  confess  their  guilt  to  thee ; 
Blot  my  transgressions  from  thy  book ; 
Cleanse  me  from  mine  iniquity  ! 

3  Whither  from  vengeance  can  I  run  ? 

Just  are  thy  judgments,  Lord,  and  right ! 
For  all  the  evil  I  have  done, 
I  did  it  only  in  thy  sight ! 

4  Not  streamins:  blood  nor  cleansino:  fire 

Thy  I'ighteous  anger  can  appease : 
Burnt-ofterings  thou  dost  not  require, 
Or  gladly  I  would  render  these. 

5  The  broken  heart  in  sacrifice. 

Alone,  will  thine  acceptance  meet : 
My  heart,  O  God,  do  not  des})ise, 
Broken  and  contrite  at  tliy  feet ! 


GOSPEL    INVITATIOISr.  147 

GOSPEL  INVITATION:   WARNING. 

183.       L.  M.     61. 

1  Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan 

Hath  taught  these  walls  the  notes  of  woe : 
Cease  thy  complaint,  suppress  thy  groan, 

And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow : 
Behold  !  the  precious  balm  is  found, 
To  lull  thy  pain,  to  heal  thy  wound ! 

2  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  oppressed  ; 

Unburden  hei-e  the  weighty  load  ; 
Here  find  thy  refuge  and  thy  rest. 

And  trust  the  mercy  of  thy  God : 
Thy  God's  thy  Saviour — glorious  Word  ! 
Forever  love  and  praise  the  Lord  ! 

184.        lis  and  10s. 

1  Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  you  languish  ; 

Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel : 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,"  here  tell 
your  anguish  ; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  Light  of  the  straying, 

Hope,  when  all  others  die,  fadeless  and  pure, 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  God's,  name 
saying. 
Earth  has  nosorrow  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 


l-±8  GOSPEL   INVITATION. 


185.      7s. 

Ye  who  in  His  courts  are  foiiiid, 
Listening  to  the  joyful  sound — 
Lost  and  helpless  as  ye  are, 
Sons  of  sorrow,  sin  and  care — 
Glorify  the  King  of  kings ; 
Take  the  j)eace  the  Gospel  brings. 

Turn  to  Christ  your  longing  eyes, 
View  his  bleeding  sacrifice  : 
See  in  him  your  sins  forgiven — 
Pardon,  holiness,  and  heaven : 
Glorify  the  King  of  kings, 
Take  the  peace  the  Gospel  brings. 


186.      L.  M. 

1  Ho  !  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh  ; 

'Tis  God  invites  the  fallen  race : 
Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy — 

Buy  wine,  and  milk,  and  gospel  grace. 

2  See  from  the  Rock  a  fountain  rise  ; 

For  you  in  healing  streams  it  rolls : 
Money  ye  need  not  bi'ing,  nor  })rice. 
Ye  laboring,  burdened,  sin-sick  souls. 

3  Nothing  ye  in  exchange  shall  give — 

Leave  all  you  have,  and  are,  behind. : 
Freely  the  gift  of  God  receive, 
Pardon  and  peace  in  Jesus  find. 


GOSPEL   INVITATION.  149 

4  Come  to  tlie  living  waters,  come  ! 
Sinners,  obey  your  Maker's  voice : 
Return,  ye  weary  waud'rers,  home. 
And  in  redeeming  love  rejoice. 

187.       L.  M. 

1  Deep  are  the  wounds  that  sin  hath  made : 

Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure  ? 
In  vain,  alas !  is  nature's  aid — ■ 

The  work  exceeds  all  nature's  pow'r. 

2  And  can  no  sov'reis^n  balm  be  found  ? 

And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh 
To  ease  the  pain  and  heal  the  wound. 
Ere  life  and  hope  for  ever  fly  ? 

3  There  is  a  great  Physician  near. 

Look  up,  O  fainting  soul !  and  live : 
See,  in  his  heav'nly  smiles  appear 
Such  ease  as  nature  cannot  give. 

4  See,  in  the  Saviour's  dying  blood, 

Life,  health  and  bliss  abundant  flow ! 
'Tis  only  this  dear,  sacred  flood 

Can  ease  thy  pain  and  heal  thy  wo. 

188.       7s. 

1  PiLGEi:\r,  burdened  with  thy  sin. 

Come  the  way  to  Zion's  gate : 

There,  till  mercy  speaks  within. 

Knock,  and  weep,  and  watch,  and  wait : 


150  GOSPEL   INVITATION. 

Knock — lie  knows  the  sinner's  cry  ; 

Weep — lie  loves  the  mourner's  tears  ; 
Watch,  for  saving  grace  is  nigh ; 

Wait,  till  heavenly  grace  appears. 

2  Hark,  it  is  the  Saviour's  voice ! 

"  Welcome,  pilgrim,  to  thy  rest !" 
Now  within  the  gate  rejoice. 

Safe,  and  owned,  and  bought,  and  blest 
Safe  from  all  the  lures  of  vice ; 

Owned,  by  joys  the  contrite  know  : 
Bought  by  love,  and  life  the  price  ; 

Blest,  the  mighty  debt  to  owe. 

3  Holy  pilgrim  !  what  for  thee 

In  this  world  can  now  remain  ? 
Seek  that  world  from  which  shall  flee 

Sorrow,  shame,  and  tears,  and  pain : 
Sorrow  shall  forever  fly ; 

Shame  from  glory's  view  retire  ; 
Tears  be  wiped  from  every  eye ; 

Pain  ill  endless  bliss  expire. 

,189.       CM. 

1  All  ye  who  seek  a  certain  cure 

In  trouble  and  distress. 
Whatever  sorrow  vex  the  mind 
Or  guilt  the  soul  oppress : 

2  Jesus,  who  gave  himself  for  you 

Ui)on  the  cross  to  die. 
Opens  to  you  his  pitying  lieart, 
Oh,  now  to  him  draw  nigh ! 


GOSPEL   INVITATION.  151 

3  Ye  hear  liow  kindly  lie  invites, 

Ye  hear  his  words  so  blest ; — 
"  All  ye  that  labor,  come  to  me, 
And  I  will  give  you  rest." 

4  O  Saviour,  Joy  of  saints  on  high ! 

O  Hope  of  sinners  here  ! 
Attracted  by  those  loving  words, 
To  thee  I  lift  my  prayer. 

5  Wash  thou  ray  wounds  in  that  dear  l)lood 

Which  forth  from  thee  doth  flow ; 
New  grace,  new  hope  inspire — a  new, 
A  better  heart  bestow. 

]90.       L.  M. 

1  Co:\iE,  weary  souls !   with  sin  distressed — 
Come,  and  accept  the  promised  rest: 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 

And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppress'd  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 

O  come  !   and  spread  your  woes  abroad  : 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love. 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes : 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  pe;u-e ; 
How  rich  the  gift !  how  free  the  grace ! 

4  Lord,  we  accept,  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  ini]):irt : 
We  come  with  trembling ;  yet  I'ejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind,  inviting  voice. 


152  GOSPEL   INVITATION. 

5  Dear  Saviour  !  let  tliy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove ; 
And  sweetly  influence  every  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 

191.       C.  M. 

1  Ye  wretclied,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms ; 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come  : 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms  ; 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room — 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleedins:  heart : 

There  love  and  pity  meet ; 
Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart 
That  trembles  at  his  feet. 

4  Oh,  come !  and  with  his  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

5  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice. 

Before  th'  eternal  throne. 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice 
In  ecstasies  unknown. 

6  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come : 
Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore, 
Approach,  thei-e  yet  is  room. 


GOSPEL   INVITATION".  153 


192.  H.  M. 

1  Blow  ye  the  triiinpet,  blow 

The  gladly  solemn  sound ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home  ! 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb ; 
Kedemption  by  his  blood 

Through  all  the  world  proclaim : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  I'ansom'd  sinners,  home  ! 

3  Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought 

The  heritage  al)ove, 
Come  take  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home  ! 

4  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made : 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  : 
The  year  of  jul)ilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home ! 

193.  s.  M. 

1  The  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Is  whispering,  "  Sinner,  come :" 

7* 


154  GOSPEL   INVITATION. 

The  Bride,  the  Church  of  Christ,  proclaims 
To  all  his  children,  "  Come !" 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 

To  all  about  him,  "  Come  !" 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come. 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

O  let  him  freely  come ! 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life : 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo  !  Jesus,  who  invites. 

Declares,  "I  quickly  come!" 
Lord,  even  so ;  we  wait  thy  hour ; 
O  blest  Redeemer,  come. 

194^.       L.  M. 

1  Behold  a  Stranger  at  the  door : 

He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before ; 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still : 
You  treat  no  other  fiiend  so  ill. 

2  Oh  lovely  attitude !  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  bleeding  hands: 
Oh  matchless  kindness ! — and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  Friend  indeed  ? 
He  will — the  very  Friend  you  need  : 
The  Friend  of  sinners  ;  yes,  'tis  He, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 


GOSPEL    INVITATION.  155 

4  Rise,  touched  witli  gratitude  diviue, 
Turn  out  bis  enemy  and  thine — - 
Turn  out  thy  soul-enshxving  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 

5  Oh  welcome  him,  the  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Now  may  his  gentle  reign  increase  : 
Throw  wide  the  door,  each  willing  mind  ; 
And  be  his  empire  all  mankind. 


195.      S.  M. 

1  Now  is  til'  accepted  time ; 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace ; 
Now,  sinnei's,  come  without  delay. 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  th'  accepted  time  ; 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day ; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late : 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 

3  Now  is  th'  accepted  time  ; 

The  Gos])el  bids  you  come  ; 

And  every  promise  in  his  Word 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 


19().      L.  M. 

1  O  Time,  how  few  thy  value  weigh ! 
How  few  will  estimate  a  day  ! 
Days,  months  and  years  are  rolling  on- 
The  soul  neglected,  and  undone. 


156  GOSPEL   INVITATION. 

2  In  painful  cares,  or  empty  joys, 
Our  life  its  precious  hours  destroys ; 
Whilst  death  stands  watching  at  our  side. 
Eager  to  stop  the  living  tide. 

3  Was  it  for  this,  ye  mortal  race  ! 
Your  Maker  gave  you  here  a  place  ? 
Was  it  for  this  his  thoughts  design'd 
The  frame  of  your  immortal  mind  ? 

4  For  nol:)ler  cares,  for  joys  sublime, 
He  foshion'd  all  the  sons  of  time : 
Pilgrims  on  earth ;  but  soon  to  be 
The  heirs  of  immortality. 


197.       lis. 

Delay  not,  delay  not ;  O  sinner  !  draw  near ; 

The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee : 
No  price  is  demanded ;  the  Saviour  is  here  ; 

Redemption  is  purchased,  salvation  is  free. 


2  Delay  not,  delay  not ;  why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus,  thy  God"? 
A  fountain  is  opened  ;  how  canst  tliou  I'efuse 
To  wash  and  be  cleansed  in  his  pardoning 
blood  ? 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner  !  to  come, 

For  mercy  still  lingers,  and  calls  thee  to- 
day; 


WARNING.  157 

Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  tlie  shades  of  the 
tomb : 
Her   message,   unheeded,  will  •soon  pass 
away. 

4  Delay  not,  delay  not ;  the  Spirit  of  grace,  _ 

Long  grieved  and  resisted,  may  take  his 
sad  flight ; 
And  leave  thee  in  d.arkness  to  finish  thy  race. 
To  sink  in  the  gloom  of  eternity's  night. 

5  Delay  not,  delay  not ;  the  hour  is  at  hand : 

The  earth  shall  dissolve,  and  the  heavens 
shall  fade ; 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment 
shall  stand ; 
What  helper,  then,  sinner,  shall  lend  thee 
his  aid? 

198.       L.  M. 

1  Hasten,  O  sinner !  to  be  wise. 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun : 
The  longer  wisdom  you  despise, 
The  harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Oh  hasten,  mercy  to  implore  ! 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
For  fear  thy  season  should  be  o'er 
Before  this  evening  stage  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  O  sinner !  to  return, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
For  fear  thy  lamp  sliould  cease  to  burn 
Before  the  needful  work  is  done. 


158  GOSPEL. 

4  Hasten,  O  sinner !  to  be  blest, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  snn  ; 
For  fear  the  curse  should  thee  arrest 
Before  the  morrow  is  begun. 


199.       12s.  and  8s. 

1  When  the  harvest  is  past,  and  the  summer  is 

gone, 
And  sermons  and  prayers  shall  be  o'er — 
When  the  beams  cease  to  break  of  the  blest 

Sabbath  morn, 
And  Jesus  invites  thee  no  more : 

2  When  the  rich  gales  of  mercy  no  longer  shall 

l)low. 
The  Gospel  no  message  declare, — 
Sinner,  how  canst  thou  bear  the  deep  wailing 

of  woe  ! 
How  suffer  the  night  of  despair  ? 

3  When  the  holy  have  gone  to  the  regions  of 

peace, 
To  dwell  in  the  mansions  above — 
When  their  harmony  wakes  in  the  fulness  of 
bliss. 
Their  song  to  the  Saviour  of  love ; — 

4  Say,  O  sinner  !  that  livest  at  rest  and  secure. 

Who  fearest  no  trouble  to  come. 
Can  thy  spirit  the  swellings  of  sorrow  endure. 
Or  bear  the  impenitinit's  doom  ? 


EXPOSTULATION.  1^9 


200.      7s. 


1  Sinners  !  turn — why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why : 
God,  who  did  your  being  give — 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live : 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands: 
Why,  O  thankless  creatures !  why 
Will  ye  spurn  his  love,  and  die  ? 

2  Sinners  !  turn — why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why: 
He  who  his  own  life  did  give, 
That  ye  might  forever  live  : 
Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain, 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 

Why,  O  ransomed  sinners !  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 

3  Sinners  !  turn — why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why : 

He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove — 
Moved  you  to  embrace  his  love  : 
Will  ye  not  his  love  receive  ? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
Why,  O  long-sought  sinners  !  why 
Will  ye  grieve  3^our  God,  and  die  ? 

201.       8s,  7s,  and  4. 

1  Sinners  !  will  you  scorn  the  message 
Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 


160  GOSPEL. 

Every  sentence,  oh,  how  tender  ! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love : 

Listen  to  it ; 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel 

News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim : — 
"  To  each  I'ebel  sinner  pardon ; 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name :" 

Oh  what  mercy ! 
"  Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  !" 

3  Who  liath  our  report  believed  ? 

Who  receiv'd  the  joyful  word  ? 
Who  embrac'd  the  news  of  pardon, 
.  Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 

Can  you  slight  it — ■ 
Oifer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord ! 

4  O  ye  angels  !  hovering  round  us, 

Waiting  spirits  !  si:)eed  your  way ; 
Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven ; 
Tidings  bear  without  delay : 

Kel:)el  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 


202. 


is. 


WiiETS-  thy  mortal  life  is  fled, 

When  the  death-shades  o'er  thee  spread, 

When  is  finished  thy  career. 

Sinner  !  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

When  the  world  has  passed  away, 
When  di-aws  near  the  judgment-day, 


EXPOSTULATION.  101 

When  the  awful  trump  shall  sound, 
Say,  O  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 

3  When  the  Judge  descends  in  light, 
Clothed  in  majesty  and  might — 
When  the  wicked  quail  with  fear. 
Where,  O  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

4  What  shall  soothe  thy  bursting  heart. 
When  the  saints  and  thou  must  part  ? 
When  the  good  with  joy  are  crowned. 
Sinner  !  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 

5  While  the  Holy  Ghost  is  nigh, 
Quickly  to  the  Saviour  fly ; 
Then  shall  peace  thy  spirit  cheer, 
Then  in  heaven  shalt  thou  appear. 

203.      S.  M. 

1  And  canst  thou,  sinner !  sliglit 

The  call  of  love  divine  ? 
Shall  God  with  tenderness  invite. 
And  gain  no  thought  of  thine  ? 

2  Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 

The  S])irit  from  thy  breast. 
Till  He  thy  wretched  soul  shall  leave 
With  all  thy  sins  oppressed  ? 

3  To-day  a  pardoning  God 

Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray ; 
To-day,  a  Saviour's  cleansing  blood 
Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 


162  GOSPEL. 

4  But  grace,  so  dearly  l)onglit, 
If  yet  thou  wilt  despise, 
How  soon  may  death,  with  terror  fraught, 
Thy  guilty  soul  surprise  ! 

20tl:.       8s,  7s,  and  4.  ' 

1  Come,  ye  sinners !  poor  and  wretched, 

This  is  your  accepted  hour : 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  power : 

He  is  able. 
He  is  willing;  doubt  no  more. 

2  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  recpiireth. 
Is  to  feel  the  need  of  him : 

This  he  gives  you ; 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

3  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo,  your  Saviour  prostrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ; 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"  It  is  finished  !" 
Sinner !  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

4  Lo,  th'  incarnate  God  ascended, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood: 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wliolly. 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude ; 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 


INVITATION.  103 

205.    L.  M. 

1  Retukn,  O  wanderer,  return  ! 

And  seek  thine  injnred  Father's  face : 
Those  new  desires  which  in  thee  burn 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  return ! 

He  hears  thy  deep  repentant  sigh  : 
He  sees  thy  softened  spirit  mourn 
When  no  intruding  ear  is  nigh. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer,  return ! 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live : 
Gro  to  his  feet ;  and  grateful,  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer,  return ! 

And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear : 
Thy  Father  calls — "  No  longer  mourn  !" 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 


206.      C.  M. 

Come,  trembling  sinner  !  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve — 

Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed. 
And  make  this  last  resolve : — 

I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
Like  mountains  round  me  close  ; 

I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 


164  CONVERSION. 

3  Pi'ostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess : 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 

Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  2:>rayer ; 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

5  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go  ; 

I  am  resolv'd  to  try : 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die. 


CONVEPvSION. 

207.    83  and  6s. 


1  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bid'st  me  come  to  thee, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot. 

To  thee  w^hose  Idood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
O  Laml)  of  God,  I  come  ! 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  within,  and  fears  without, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 


CONVERSION.  165 

4  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind ; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

5  Just  as  I  am — thou  wilt  receive. 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve ; 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

6  Just  as  I  am — thy  love  unknown 
Hath  broken  every  barrier  down : 
Now  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

208.        C.  P.  M. 

1  O  Thou  who  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith, 
Wilt  thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death 

That  casts  itself  on  thee  ? 
I  have  no  refuge  of  my  own. 
But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  hath  done 

And  suffered  once  for  me. 

2  Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  his  availing  blood  : 
That  righteousness  my  robe  shall  be ; 
That  merit  shall  atone  for  me. 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 

3  Then  save  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  Spirit  of  adoption  breathe, 

His  consolations  send : 


lijG  CONVERSION. 

By  him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart, 
''  Thy  Maker  is  thy  friend." 

4  The  kina:  of  terrors  then  would  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me. 

To  bid  me  come  away : 
Unclogged  by  earth,  or  earthly  things, 
I'd  mount,  I'd  fly,  with  eager  wings, 

To  everlasting  day. 

209.       L.  M. 

1  I  LEFT  the  God  of  truth  and  light ; 

I  left  the  God  who  gave  me  breatli, 
To  wander  in  the  wilds  of  night. 
And  perish  in  the  snares  of  death ! 

2  Sweet  was  his  service,  and  his  yoke 

Was  light  and  easy  to  be  borne : 
Through  all  his  l^onds  of  love  I  broke ; 
I  cast  away  his  gifts  with  scorn ! 

3  Heart-broken,  friendless,  pooi-,  cast  down, 

Where  shall  the  chief  of  sinners  fly, 
Almighty  Vengeance  !  from  thy  frown. 
Eternal  Justice  !  from  thine  eye  ? 

4  Lo !  tlirough  the  gloom  of  guilty  fears. 

My  faith  discerns  a  dawn  of  grace : 
The  Sun  of  Righteousnesss  appears 
In  Jesus'  reconciling  face  ! 

5  My  sufl''ring,  slain,  and  risen  Lord, 

In  soi'e  distress  I  turn  to  thee ; 


CONVERSION.  167 

I  claim  acceptance  on  thy  word, 

My  God  !  my  Grod  !  forsake  not  me. 

6  Prostrate  before  the  mercy-seat, 
I  dare  not,  if  I  vvonld,  despair: 
None  ever  perished  at  thy  feet, 
And  I  will  lie  forever  there. 


210.       C.  M. 

1  How  long  the  time  since  Christ  began 

To  call  in  vain  on  me  ! 
Deaf  to  his  warning  voice,  I  ran 
Through  paths  of  vanity. 

2  He  called  me  when  my  thoughtless  prime 

Was  early  ripe  to  ill ; 
I  passed  from  folly  on  to  crime. 
And  yet  he  called  me  still. 

3  He  called  me  in  the  time  of  dread, 

When  death  was  full  in  view ; 
I  trembled  on  my  feverish  bed, 
And  rose  to  sin  anew. 

4  Yet  could  I  hear  him  once  again. 

As  I  have  heard  of  old, 
Methitiks  he  should  not  call  in  vain 
His  wanderer  to  the  fold. 

5  O  thou,  who  every  thought  dost  know, 

And  answ'i'est  every  prayer  ! 
Try  me  with  sickness,  want,  or  woe. 
But  snatch  me  from  despair. 


168  CONVERSION. 

6  My  struggling  will  by  grace  control ; 
Renew  my  broken  vow : 
What  blessed  light  breaks  on  my  soul ! 
My  God !  I  liear  thee  now. 

211.       L.  M. 

1  Thotjgh  sorrows  rise,  and  dangers  roll, 
In  weaves  of  darkness  o'er  my  sonl ; 
Though  friends  are  false,  and  love  decays, 
And  few  and  evil  are  my  days ; 
Though  conscience,  fiercest  of  my  foes. 
Swells  with  remembered  guilt  my  woes' — 
Yet  even  in  nature's  utmost  ill, 

I  love  thee.  Lord,  I  love  thee  still. 

2  Though  Sinai's  curse,  in  thunder  dread, 
Peals  o'er  my  unprotected  head, 

And  memory  points,  with  busy  pain, 
To  grace  and  mercy  given  in  vain. 
Till  nature,  sinking  in  the  strife. 
Longs  to  escape  the  load  of  life — 
Though  every  thought  has  power  to  kill, 
I  love  thee,  Lord,  I  love  thee  still. 

3  Oh  !  by  the  pangs  thyself  hast  borne. 
The  ruffian's  blow,  the  tyrant's  scorn — 
By  Sinai's  curse,  whose  dreadful  doom 
Was  buried  in  thy  guiltless  tomb ; 

By  these  my  pangs,  whose  healing  smart 
Thy  grace  has  planted  in  my  heart, 
I  know,  I  feel  thy  lK)nnteous  will : 
Thou  lov'st  me.  Lord,  thou  lov'st  me  still. 


CONVEESION.  169 


212.     c.  M. 

1  As  o'er  tlie  past  my  memory  strays, 

Why  heaves  the  secret  sigh  ? 
'Tis  that  I  mourn  departed  days, 
Still  unprepared  to  die. 

2  The  world,  and  worldly  things  beloved 

My  anxious  thoughts  employed ; 
And  time,  unhallow'd,  unimprov'd. 
Presents  a  fearful  void. 

3  Yet,  holy  Father,  wild  despair 

Chase  from  my  laboring  breast ! 
Thy  grace  it  is  which  prompts  the  prayer, 
That  grace  can  do  the  rest. 

4  My  life's  brief  remnant  all  be  thine  ! 

And  when  thy  sure  decree 
Bids  me  this  fleeting  breath  resign, 
O  speed  my  soul  to  thee ! 


213.      L.  M. 

Oil  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ! 

Oh  that  I  could  at  last  submit. 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down — 

To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  : 
Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art. 

Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind. 

And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 
8 


170  CONVERSION. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fnlly  set  my  spirit  free : 
I  cannot  rest,  till  pnre  within — 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God  ! 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, — 
The  cross  all  stained  with  hallowed  blood, 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would — but  thou  must  give  the  power  ; 

My  heart  from  every  sin  release : 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour. 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace  ! 

214.     S.  M. 

1  "  Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come," 

I  hear  Jehovah  say  : 
What  can  I  do  ?  let  doubt  be  dumb. 
What  can  I — but  obej^  ? 

2  Then,  my  Redeemer,  then. 

From  wrath  to  love  I  llee  : 
The  things  impossible  to  men 
Are  possible  with  thee. 

3  I,  at  thy  feet,  in  dust. 

My  unbelief  resign : 
In  thee  alone  is  all  my  trust, 
Lord,  save  me,  I  am  thine. 

215.       C.  P.  M. 

1  Awak'd  1)y  Sinai's  awful  sound. 
My  soul  in  Ix^nds  of  guilt  I  found, 
And  knew  not  where  to  go : 


CONVERSION,  ITl 

Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
Or  sink  to  endless  wo." 

2  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll. 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul — 

A  vast,  oppressive  load : 
Alas  !  I  read,  and  saw  it  plain, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God." 

3  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay. 
The  gracious  Saviour  pass'd  this  way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move : 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain. 
Now  by  his  grace  /.y  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 


21().       C.  P.  M. 

1  When  with  my  mind  devoutly  press'd. 
Dear  Saviour,  my  revolving  breast 

Would  past  offences  trace  ; 
Trembling  I  make  the  black  review. 
Yet  pleased  behold,  admiring,  too. 

The  power  of  changing  grace. 

2  This  tongue  with  blasphemies  defiled. 
These  feet  to  erring  paths  beguiled, 

In  heavenly  league  agree  : 
Who  would  believe  such  lips  could  praise, 
Or  think  from  dark  and  winding  ways 

I  e'er  should  turn  to  thee  ? 


172  CHRISTIAN 

3  These  eyes  tliat  once  abused  the  light 
Now  lift  to  God  their  watery  sight, 

And  weep  a  silent  flood : 
These  hands  are  raised  in  ceaseless  prayer, 
O  wash  away  the  stains  they  wear 

In  pure,  redeeming  blood  ! 


CHRISTIAN  FAITH  AND  LOVE. 

217.      7s. 

.  EocK  of  Ages !  cleft  for  me. 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee : 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
Fi'om  thy  wounded  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure — 
Save  from  wrath  and  make  me  pure. 

5  Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
C'Ould  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
These  for  sin  could  not  atone : 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone  : 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring. 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

)  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath. 
When  my  eyes  shall  close  in  death — 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown 
And  behold  tliee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  Ages  !  cleft  for  me. 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


FAITH  AND   LOVE.  173 

218.        6s  and  4s. 

My  fuitli  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away; 
Oh  let  me,  from  this  day, 

Be  wholly  thine ! 

May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart — 

My  zeal  inspire : 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh  may  my  love  to  thee 
Pure,  warm  and  changeless  be — 

A  living  fire  ! 

While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread. 
And  griefs  around  me  spread. 

Be  thou  my  guide : 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day. 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

When  ends  life's  transient  dream — ■ 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll : 
Blest  Saviour  !  then,  in  love. 
Fear  and  distrust  remove ; 
Oh  bear  me  safe  above — 

A  ransomed  soul ! 


174  CHRISTIAN 

219.     C.  M. 

1  There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  l)lo6d, 

Drawn  from  Immannel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain,  in  his  day  ; 
And  there  may  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Thou  dying  Lamb  !  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  Church  of  God 
Be  saved — to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply. 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be — till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nol)ler,  sw^eeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save ; 
When  this  poor,  lisping,  faltering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

220.      lis. 

1  How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord  ! 
Is  laid  for  youi'  faith  in  his  excellent  Word : 
What  more  can  lie  say  than  to  you  he  liatli 

said. 
Who  unto  the  Saviour  for  refu2:e  have  fled  : 


FAITH  AND   LOVE.  175 

2  "  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  oh,  be  not  dismay'd  ; 
For  I  am  thy  God,  I  will  still  give  thee  aid : 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee 

to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

3  ''  When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow  ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  dee23est  distress. 

4  "  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'd  for  repose, 
I  will  not — I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes : 
That  soul,  though  all  hell  should   endeavor 

to  shake, 
I'll  never — no,  never — no,  never  forsake  !" 


221.      7s. 

{^Seventeenth  Century.') 

Jesus,  who  is  all  my  trust, 
Jesus  my  Redeemer  lives ; 
Though  my  body  sink  in  dust, 
This  assurance  comfort  gives : 
Earth's  Ions;  nio-ht  I  need  not  fear. 
When  I  know  that  he  is  near. 

Jesus  my  Redeemer  lives, 
I  with  him  shall  live  on  high : 
Life  to  me  his  promise  gives. 
Why  then  should  I  fear  to  die  ? 


176  CHRISTIAN 

Can  my  glorious  risen  Head 

Leave  his  members  with  the  dead  ? . 

3  No  ;  too  strong  the  sacred  barid 
That  unites  my  soul  to  him ; 
While  I  clasp  his  gracious  hand, 
Faith  and  hope  can  ne'er  grow  dim : 
Death  itself  shall  never  part 

My  Kedeemer  from  my  heart. 

4  Born  of  flesh,  my  mortal  frame 
Must,  I  know,  in  dust  decay  ; 
But  my  Lord  that  dust  shall  claim, 
And  his  voice  shall  wake  the  clay : 
Then  shall  I  in  glory  rise 

To  a  mansion  in  the  skies ! 

5  There  these  eyes  with  raptured  gaze 
My  Redeemer's  form  shall  know  ; 
'Mid  the  bright  unclouded  rays 

Of  his  love  my  soul  shall  glow : 
Naught  of  weakness  shall  remain, 
Purged  away  each  earthly  stain. 

G  Here  I  suffer,  weep  and  groan, 
There  I  shall  in  glory  shine : 
Here  an  earthly  body  sown. 
There  a  heavenly  form  is  mine  : 
Mortal,  in  the  dust  I  lie. 
Spirit,  I  ascend  on  high ! 

222.     7s. 

1  When  this  passing  world  is  done, — 
When  has  sunk  yon  glorious  sun ; 


FAITH   AND   LOVE.  177 

When  we  stand  with  Christ  in  glory, 
Looking  o'er  life's  finished  story  ; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fnlly  know — 
Not  till  then— how  much  I  owe  ! 

2  When  I  stand  l)efore  the  throne, 
Clothed  in  beauty  not  my  own — 
When  I  see  thee  as  thou  art. 
Love  thee  with  iinsinning  heart; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe  ! 

3  When  the  praise  of  heaven  I  hear. 
Loud  as  thunders  to  the  ear — 
Loud  as  many  waters'  noise, 
Sweet  as  harp's  melodious  voice ; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe  ! 


223.      L.  M.      6 1. 

Jesus,  I  know,  hath  died  for  me, — 
This  is  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ! 

Hither,  when  hell  assails,  I  flee, 

And  look  into  my  Saviour's  breast : 

Away,  sad  doubts,  and  anxious  fear — 

Mercy  is  all  that's  written  there. 

Though  waves  and  storms  go  o'er  my  head. 
Though  strength,  and  health,  and  friends, 
be  gone ; 
Though  joys  be  wither'd  all,  and  dead. 
And  every  comfort  be  withdrawn: 
8* 


178  CHRISTIAN 

Steadfast  on  tliis  my  soul  relies — 
Father,  tliy  mercy  never  dies. 

3  Fix'd  on  this  rock  will  I  remain, 

When  heart  shall  fail  and  flesh  decay  ;- 
A  rock  which  shall  my  soul  sustain, 

When  earth's  foundations  melt  away ! 
Mercy's  full  power  I  then  shall  prove, 
Lov'd  with  an  everlastins:  love  ! 


224.      C.  M. 

1  Thou  art  my  hiding-place,  O  Lord ! 

In  thee  I  put  my  trust, 
Encouraged  by  thy  holy  Word,- — 
A  feeble  child  of  dust. 

2  I  have  no  argument  beside, 

I  urge  no  other  plea ; 
And  'tis  enough  the  Saviour  died, 
The  Saviour  died  for  me  ! 

3  When  storms  of  fierce  temptation  beat. 

And  furious  foes  assail ; 

My  refuge  is  the  mercy-seat, 

My  hope  within  the  vail. 

4  From  stiife  of  tongues  and  bitter  words. 

My  spirit  flies  to  thee  : 
Joy  to  my  heart  the  thought  affords. 
My  Saviour  died  for  me  ! 

5  And  when  thine  awful  voice  commands 

This  body  to  decay. 


FAITH   AND   LOVE.  179 

And  life,  in  its  last  lingering  sands, 
Is  ebbing  fast  away  ; — 

6  Then,  though  it  be  in  accents  weak, 
My  voice  shall  call  on  thee, 
And  ask  for  strength  in  death  to  speak, 
"  My  Saviour  died  for  me." 


225.     c.  M. 

1  I  LOVE  to  sing  of  that  great  Power, 

That  made  the  earth  and  sea ; 
But  better  still,  I  love  to  sing 
Of  Him  who  died  for  me. 

2  I  love  to  sing  of  herb  and  flower. 

And  field,  and  plant,  and  tree : 
My  sweetest  song  shall  ever  l)e 
That  "  Jesus  died  for  me." 

3  I  love  to  hear  the  little  lairds 

Attune  their  notes  with  glee : 
But  o-uileless  mirth  cannot  susforest. 
That  "  Jesus  died  for  me." 

4  I  love  to  think  of  angels'  songs, 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free : 
But  angels  cannot  strike  their  notes 
To  "  Jesus  died  foi'  me.'''' 

5  I  love  to  know  the  time  will  come 

When  men  shall  happy  be  ; 
But  I  am  happy  noio^  because 
My  "  Jesus  died  for  me." 


ISO  CHRISTIAN 

6  I  love  to  speak  of  God — of  heaven, 

Aud  all  its  purity : 
God  is  my  Father,  heaven  my  home. 
For  "  Jesus  died  for  me." 

7  And  when  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

From  all  temptation  free, 
I'll  sing  the  ever  joyous  song 
Of  "  Jesus  died  for  me." 

8  There  will  I,  at  his  sacred  feet 

Adoring,  ])cnd  the  knee. 
And  swell  the  everlastinsr  strain 
With  "  Jesus  died  for  me." 


226.       C.  M. 

{^Twelfth  Ceniiiri/.) 

1  Jesfs,  the  very  thought  of  thee 

With  sweetness  fills  my  breast ; 
But  sweeter  far  thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find 
A  sweeter  sound  than  thy  blest  name, 
O  Saviour  of  mankind ! 

3  O  Hope  of  every  contrite  heart ! 

O  Joy  of  all  the  meek  ! 
To  those  wlio  fall,  how  kind  tliou  art ! 
How  good  to  those  who  seek ! 


li 


FAITH  AND   LOVE.-  ISl 

4  But  what  to  tliose  who  find  ?     Ah !  this, 
Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show  ; 
The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is. 
None  but  his  loved  ones  know. 

227.       L.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 

And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me : 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall. 
Yet  loved  me,  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate : 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  great ! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes — 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose. 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along : 

His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  strong  ! 

4  "When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood  : 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  good  ! 

5  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale — 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail : 
Oh  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death  ! 

C  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day ; 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies  ! 


182  •  CHRISTIAISr 

228.      8s  and  7s. 

1  Sayioue,  Source  of  every  blessing, 

Time  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ! 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing. 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure 

Sung  by  raptur'd  saints  aljove ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure 
While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  Jesus  sou2:ht  me  when  a  strano-er, 

Wanderinof  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger. 
Interposed  with  precious  blood. 

4  By  thy  hand  restored,  defended. 

Safe  through  life,  thus  far,  I'm  come ; 
When,  O  Lord  !  this  life  is  ended. 
Bring  me  to  my  heavenly  home. 

229.     7s. 

1  Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly. 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll — 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high : 
Hide  me,  O  my  Sa\dour !  hide. 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  gnide : 

O  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none — 

Plangs  my  helpless  soul  on  the(^ : 


FAITH    AND    LOVE.  1S3 

Leave,  all !  leave  me  not  alone, 
Still  support  and  comfort  me  : 

All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 
All'my  help  from  thee  I  bring: 

Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ !   art  all  I  want ; 

Boundless  love  in  thee  I  find : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

I  am  all  unrighteousness ; 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am, — : 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

230.      S.  M. 

1  Awake,  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ! 
Wake,  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name  ! 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 

Sing  of  his  rising  power : 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  the  heart 

Ascending  with  the  tongue  ; 

Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  depart, 

And  grace  inspire  the  song. 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way. 

Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing ! 


184  CHRISTIAN 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ,  th'  exalted  King. 

5  Soon  sliall  our  raptured  tongue 
His  endless  praise  proclaim, 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  sons: 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 


231.  L.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  thy  robe  of  righteousness 
My  beauty  is,  my  glorious  dress  ; 
'Mid  flaming  woi-lds,  in  this  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies ; 
Ev'n  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea : 
"  Jesus  hath  lived  and  died  for  me." 

3  This  spotless  rol^e  the  same  appears 
When  ruin'd  nature  sinks  in  years : 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue ; 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 

4  O  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice — 
Now  bid  tliy  banish'd  ones  rejoice ; 
Their  Ijeauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
'■''  Jesus ^  the  Lord  our  lllrjldeousness  P'' 

232.  C.  M. 

1  Tiiou  art  the  Way :  to  thee  alone 
From  sin  and  death  we  flee ; 


FAITH   AND    LOVE.  185 

And  lie  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  through  thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth :  thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart : 
Thou,  only,  canst  instruct  the  mind. 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life :  the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm  ; 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee. 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life : 

Grant  us  to  know  that  Way, 
That  Truth  to  keep,  that  Life  to  win, 
Which  lead  to  endless  day. 

233.      S.  M. 

1  Geace  ! — 'tis  a  charmino;  sound  ! 

Harmonious  to  the  ear  ! 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  i-esound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 

To  save  rebellious  man ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  taught  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet. 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 


186  CHRISTIAN 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
Through  everlasting  days : 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

23-1.      L.  M     6  ]. 
Jacob  wrestUng  ivitli.  the  Angel. — Genesis  xxxii. 

1  Co:\rE,  O  tlion  Traveller  nnknown, 

Whom  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  see ! 
My  company  before  is  gone. 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee : 
With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 

2  I  need  not  tell  thee  who  I  am, 

My  misery  and  sin  declare ; 
Thyself  hath  call'd  me  by  my  name : 

Look  on  thy  hands,  and  read  it  there. 
But  who,  I  ask  thee,  who  art  thou  '( 
Tell  me  thy  name,  and  tell  me  now. 

3  In  vain  thou  struofoflest  to  eret  free, 

I  never  will  nnloose  my  hold  ; 
Art  thou  the  Man  that  died  for  me  ? 

The  secret  of  thy  love  nnfold  : 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  lot  thee  go. 
Till  I  tliy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

235.       L.  M.     6  1. 

TJie  same. 

1  My  prayer  hath  power  witli  God ;  the  grace 
Uiis])eakable  1  now  receive  ; 


FAITH   AND   LOVE.  187 

Througli  faith,  I  see  thee  face  to  face ; 

I  see  thee  face  to  face,  and  live ! 
In  vain  I  have  not  wept  and  strove ; 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

2  I  know  thee,  Saviour,  who  thou  art — 

Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner's  Friend : 
Nor  wilt  thou  with  the  night  depart, 

But  stay  and  love  me  to  the  end : 
Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove  ; 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

3  The  Sun  of  Righteousness  on  me 

Hath  risen,  with  healing  in  his  wings  ; 
Wither'd  my  nature's  strength,  from  thee 

My  soul  its  life  and  succor  brings : 
My  help  is  all  laid  up  alcove ; 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

236.       L.  M.     6  1. 

1  Thou  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose. 

Thou  all-sufficient  Love  Divine  ; 
My  help  and  refuge  from  my  foes. 

Secure  I  am,  if  thou  art  mine  ! 
And  lo !  fi'om  sin,  and  grief,  and  shame, 
I  hide  me,  Jesus,  in  thy  name. 

2  Jesus,  my  all  in  all  thou  art — 

My  rest  in  toil,  my  ease  in  pain, 
The  healing  of  my  broken  heart ; 

In  strife,  my  peace — in  loss,  my  gain ; 
Thee,  in  each  grief,  my  joy  I  call — 
My  life  in  death,  my  all  in  all ! 


188  CHRISTIAN 

237.        6s,  8s,  and  4s. 

1  The  God  of  Abrali'm  praise, 

Who  reigns  enthroned  above  ; 
Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 

And  God  of  love  : 
Jehovah,  Great  I  AM, 

By  earth  and  heaven  confess'd ; 
I  bow  and  bless  the  sacred  Name — 

Forever  l;)less'd. 

2  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praise. 

At  whose  supreme  command 
From  earth  I  rise,  and  seek  the  joys 

At  his  right  hand : 
I  all  on  earth  forsake — 

Its  wisdom,  firae,  and  power ; 
And  him  my  only  portion  make, 

My  shield  and  tower. 

8  lie  by  himself  hath  sworn, 

I  on  his  oath  depend ; 
I  shall,  on  angel-wings  upborne. 

To  heaven  ascend : 
I  shall  behold  his  face — 

I  shall  his  power  adore. 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  his  grace 

For  evermore. 

4  The  God  who  reigns  on  high 
The  gi-eat  archangels  sing; 
And,  "  Holy,  holy,  holy,"  cry, 
"Almighty  King! 


FAITH   AND   LOVE,  189 

Who  was,  and  is  the  same, 

And  evermore  shall  be: 
Jeliovah,  Father,  Great  I  AM, 

We  "worship  thee." 

The  whole  triumphant  host 

Give  thanks  to  God  on  high  ; 
"  Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost !" 

Thej^  ever  cry : 
Hail,  Abrah'm's  God  and  mine  ! 

I  join  the  heavenly  lays : 
All  might  and  majesty  are  thine. 

And  endless  praise. 


238. 


'is. 


Grateful  notes  and  numbers  bring. 
While  Jehovah's  praise  we  sing ; 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
Be  thy  glorious  Name  ador'd ! 

Men  on  earth,  and  saints  above, 
Sing  the  great  Redeemer's  love  : 
Lord,  thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
Hail,  Celestial  Goodness,  hail ! 

Though  unworthy  of  thine  ear, 
Yet  our  hallelujahs  hear; 
Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring, 
When  around  thy  throne  we  sing. 

While  on  earth  ordained  to  stay, 
Guide  our  footsteps  in  thy  way ; 
Then  on  high  we'll  joyful  raise 
Songs  of  everlasting  praise. 


190  CHRISTIAISr 

5  Lord,  tliy  mercies  never  fail ; 
Plail,  Celestial  Groodness,  hail ! 
Holy,  boly,  holy  Lord, 
Be  thy  glorious  Name  ador'd ! 

239.      7s. 

1  Lord  of  earth  !  thy  forming  hand 
Well  this  beauteous  frame  hath  plann'd,- 
Woods  that  wave,  and  hills  that  tower, 
Ocean  rolling  in  his  power: 

Yet,  amid  this  scene  so  fair. 
Should  I  cease  thy  smile  to  share, 
What  were  all  its  joys  to  me  ? 
Whom  have  T  on  earth  but  thee  ? 

2  Lord  of  heaven  !  beyond  our  sight 
Shines  a  world  of  purer  light ; 
There  in  love's  unclouded  reign 
Parted  hands  shall  meet  again : 
Oh  that  world  is  passing  fair ! 
Yet,  if  thou  wert  absent  there, 
What  were  all  its  joys  to  me  ? 
Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  thee  ^ 

3  I  was  lost — thy  accents  mild 
lL)meward  lured  thy  wandering  child  ; 
I  was  blind — thy  healhig  i-ay 
Charm'd  the  long  eclipse  away : 

Oh,  if  once  thy  smile  divine 
Ceased  upon  my  soul  to  shine, 
What  were  earth  or  heaven  to  me? 
Whom  have  I  in  each  but  thee  ? 


FAITH   AND   LOVE.  191 

240.         L.    M. 

Psalra  Ixiii. 

1  O  God  !  thou  art  my  God  alone : 

Early  to  thee  my  soul  shall  cry — 
A  pilgrim  in  a  land  unknown, 

A  thirsty  land,  whose  springs  are  dry. 

2  Oh  that  it  were  as  it  hath  been, 

When,  praying  in  the  holy  place. 
Thy  power  and  glory  I  have  seen, 

And  marked  the  footsteps  of  thy  grace ! 

3  Yet,  through  this  rough  and  thorny  maze, 

I  follow  hard  on  thee,  my  God : 
Thy  hand  unseen  upholds  my  ways ; 
I  safely  tread  where  thou  hast  trod. 

4  Thee,  in  the  watches  of  the  night, 

When  I  remember  on  my  bed. 
Thy  presence  makes  the  darkness  light ; 
Thy  guardian  wings  are  round  iny  head. 

5  Better  than  life  itself  thy  love. 

Dearer  than  all  Ijeside  to  me ; 
For  whom  have  I  in  heaven  above, 

Or  what  on  earth,  compared  with  thee  ? 

241.      c.  M. 

1  Lord  !  I  believe ;  thy  power  I  own, 
Thy  word  I  would  obey : 
I  wander  comfortless  and  lone, 
When  from  thy  truth  I  stray. 


192  CHRISTIAN 

2  Lord !  I  Tjelleve ;  but  gloomy  fears 

Sometimes  bedim  my  sight : 
I  look  to  thee  with  prayers  and  tears^, 
And  cry  for  strength  and  light. 

3  Lord !  I  believe ;  but  oft,  I  know, 

My  fjiith  is  cold  and  weak : 
My  weakness  strengthen,  and  bestow 
The  confidence  I  seek. 

4  Yes !  I  believe ;  and  only  thou 

Canst  give  my  soul  relief: 
Lord !  to  thy  truth  my  spirit  bow  ; 
"  Help  thou  mine  unbelief !" 


PENITENCE,  DESIRE,  AND  PRAYER. 

242.       L.  M.  6  1. 

In  darkness  willingly  I  stray'd 

I  sought  thee,  yet  from  thee  I  roved : 

For  wide  my  wand'ring  thoughts  were  spread, 
Thy  creatures  more  than  thee  I  loved ; 

And  now,  if  more,  at  length,  I  see, 

'Tis  through  thy  light,  and  comes  from  thee. 

I  tliank  thee,  Uncreated  Sun  ! 

That  thy  ])right  beams  on  me  have  shin'd  ; 
I  thank  thee,  who  hast  overthrown 

My  foes,  and  heal'd  my  wounded  mind ; 
I  thank  thee,  whose  enliv'jiing  voice 
Bids  my  freed  heart  in  thee  rejoice. 


PENITEXCE.  193 

3  Give  to  mine  eyes  refreshing  tears ; 

Give  to  my  heart  pure,  hallo w'd  fires ; 
Give  to  my  soul,  with  filial  fears. 

The  love  that  all  heaven's  host  inspires : 
That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

243.      L.  M. 

1  Oh  turn,  great  Ruler  of  the  skies  ! 
Turn  from  my  sin  thy  searching  eyes ; 
Nor  let  th'  offences  of  my  hand. 
Within  thy  book  recorded  stand. 

2  Give  me  a  will  to  thine  subduVl, 
A  conscience  pure,  a  soul  renewVl ; 
Nor  let  me,  wrapt  in  endless  gloom, 
An  outcast  from  thy  presence  roam. 

3  Oh  let  thy  Spirit  to  my  heart 

Once  more  his  quick'niug  aid  impart ; 

My  mind  from  every  fear  release. 

And  sooth  my  troubled  thoughts  to  peace  ! 

244.     7s. 

1  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain. 

Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain. 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

2  When  I  turn  mine  eyes  within, 

O  how  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild  ! 
Prone  to  unbelief  and  sin. 

Can  I  deem  myself  thy  child  ? 
9 


19-1  CHRISTIAN 

3  Yet  I  mouru  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall : 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

4  Could  I  love  thy  saints  to  meet. 

Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd : 
Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet. 
If  I  did  not  love  thee,  Lord  ? 

5  Saviour !  let  me  love  thee  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray : 
If  I  have  not  loved  before. 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

24:5.     c.  M. 

1  Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 

The  Saviour's  pard'ning  blood, 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  brings  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd, 

His  praises  tun'd  my  tongue ; 
And  when  the  ev'ning  shades  prevail'd. 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  pi'ayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine ; 
And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  call'd  each  promise  mine. 

4  But  now,  when  ev'ning  shade  prevails, 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns : 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 


PENITEISrCE.  195 


Rise,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  prevail — 
O  make  my  soul  thy  care ! 

I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail — ■ 
Let  me  that  mercy  share. 


246      7s. 

1  O  HOW  kindly  did  our  Lord 

On  the  wounded  spirit  pour 
Balm  in  that  benignant  word, 
"  Go  in  peace,  and  sin  no  more !" 

2  "  Sin  no  more,  thou  art  forgiven  ;" 

Blest  assurance,  thought  divine  ! 
Holy  Messenger  of  heaven. 

Make  that  blest  assurance  mine  ! 

3  Saviour,  may  thy  hallow'd  sway 

Rule  ray  earthly  being  o'er : 
Let  me  thro'  life's  erring  way 
"  Go  in  peace,  and  sin  no  more  !" 


247.       C.  M. 

1  Oh  !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, — 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame ; 

And  light  to  shine  upon  the  road. 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ?^ 
Whei-e  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus,  and  his  word? 


196  CHKISTIAN 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  en  joy 'd ! 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove  !  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  liate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be  ; 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  tlirone. 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
And  purer  light  shall  mark  the  I'oad 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

248.      L.  M. 

1  On  from  the  world's  vile  slavery. 
Almighty  Saviour,  set  me  free  ! 
And  as  my  treasure  is  above. 

Be  there  my  tlioughts  and  thei'e  my  love. 

2  But  oft,  alas  !  too  well  I  know, 

My  thoughts,  my  love,  are  fixed  below  : 

In  every  lifeless  prayer  I  find 

The  heart  unmoved,  the  absent  mind. 

3  Oh  !  what  tliat  frozen  heart  can  move, 
Whicli  melts  not  at  a  Saviour's  love  ? 
What  can  tliat  sluggish  spirit  raise. 
Which  will  not  give  the  Sayiour  praise  ? 


DESIRE.  197 

4  Lord !  draw  my  best  aifectious  hence, 
Above  this  world  of  sin  and  sense : 
Cause  them  to  soar  beyond  the  skies, 
And  rest  not,  till  to  thee  they  rise. 

219.      L.  M. 

1  O  THAT  my  heart  were  right  with  thee, 

And  loved  thee  with  a  perfect  love  ! 

0  that  my  Lord  would  dwell  in  me, 
And  never  from  my  soul  remove  ! 

2  Father !  I  dwell  in  mournful  night,  / 

Until  thou  in  my  heart  appear : 
Arise,  propitious  Sun,  and  light 
An  everlasting  morning  there ! 

3  O  let  my  prayer  acceptance  find, 

And  bring  the  mighty  l^lessing  down ! 
Eyesight  impart,  for  I  am  blind ; 
And  seal  me  thine  adopted  son. 

250.      L.  M.     6 1. 

1  Tiiou  hidden  Love  of  God,  whose  height. 

Whose  depth  unfathomed,  no  man  knows ! 

1  see  from  far  thy  beauteous  light ; 

Inly  I  sigh  for  thy  repose : 
My  heart  is  pained,  nor  can  it  be 
At  rest,  till  it  find  rest  in  thee ! 

2  Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  sun. 

That  strives  with  thee  my  heart  to  share  ? 
Ah  !  tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone. 
The  Lord  of  every  motion  there : 


198  CHRISTIAN 

Then  shall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free, 
When  it  has  found  repose  in  thee  ! 

251.       8s  and  7s. 

1  Love  divine,  all  love  excelling — 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down ! 
Fix  in  ns  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown : 
Jesus  !  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art: 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation — 

Enter  every  waiting  heart. 

2  Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  ti'oulded  breast ! 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit. 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest  • 
Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive  ! 
Speedily  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave  ! 

3  Finish  then  thy  new  creation — 

Pure,  unspotted  may  we  be : 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation 

Perfectly  secured  by  thee  ! 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place : 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  befoi'e  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


DESIEE.  l!)9 


252.      C.  M. 


1  Oh  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God ! 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free  : 
A  heart  that's  sprinkled  with  the  blood 
So  freely  shed  for  me : — 

2  A  heart  resi^ied,  submissive,  meek — 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  From  thee  that  I  no  more  may  part — 

No  more  thy  goodness  grieve — 
The  filial  awe,  the  soften'd  heart, 
The  tender  conscience  give. 

253.      S.  M. 

1  O  God  !  my  strength,  my  hope. 

On  thee  I  cast  my  cai'e  ; 
With  humljle  confidence  look  up. 

And  know  thou  hear'st  my  prayer : 
Give  me  on  tliee  to  wait. 

Till  I  can  all  things  do ; 
On  thee — Almighty  to  create. 

Almighty  to  renew. 

2  Give  me  a  godly  fear — 

A  quick,  discerning  eye 
That  looks  to  thee  when  sin  is  near, 

And  sees  the  temj^ter  fly : 
A  spirit  still  prepared. 

And  arm'd  with  jealous  care, 


200  CHRISTIAN 

Forever  standing  on  its  guard, 
And  watching  unto  prayer. 

3  Give  me  a  lieart  to  pray, 

To  pray  and  never  cease — 
Never  to  murmur  at  thy  stay, 

Or  wish  my  sufferings  less : 
This  blessing,  above  all. 

Always  to  pray,  I  want ; 
Out  of  the  deep  on  thee  to  call, 

And  never,  never  faint. 

4  Give  me  a  true  regard — 

A  single,  steady  aim. 
Unmoved  by  threatening  or  reward. 

To  thee  and  thy  great  Name : 
A  jealous,  just  concern 

For  thine  immortal  praise  ; 
A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn 

And  glorify  thy  grace. 

5  I.  rest  upon  thy  word — 

The  promise  is  for  me  ; 
My  succor  and  salvation,  Lord, 

Shall  surely  come  from  thee : 
But  let  me  still  abide. 

Nor  fi-om  my  hope  remove. 
Till  thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 

Into  thy  perfect  love. 


DESIRE.  201 


254.     C.  M. 


1  I]sr  vain  I  trace  creation  o'er, 

In  search  of  solid  rest ; 
The  whole  creation  is  too  poor 
To  make  me  truly  blest. 

2  Let  earth  and  all  her  charms  depart, 

Unworthy  of  the  mind: 
In  God  alone  this  restless  heart 
Enduring  bliss  can  find. 

3  Thy  favor,  Lord,  is  all  I  want ; 

Here  would  my  s]")irit  rest : 
O  seal  the  rich,  the  boundless  grant, 
And  make  me  fully  blest ! 


255.       C.  M. 

Father  !  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace 

Let  this  petition  rise  : 

"  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart. 

From  eveiy  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart. 

And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

"Let  the  sweet  liope  that  I  am  thine, 

My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 

And  crown  my  journey's  end." 
9* 


202  CHRISTIAN 

256.        8s  and  7s. 

1  Gently,  Lord  !  O  gently  lead  us 

Through  this  lowly  vale  of  tears — 
Througfh  the  chan2:es  thou'st  decreed  us, 

Till  our  last  great  change  appears : 
O  refresh  us  with  thy  blessing — 

O  refresh  us  with  thy  grace  ! 
May  thy  mercies,  never  ceasing. 

Fit  us  for  thy  dwelling-place. 

2  When  temptation's  darts  assail  us. 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us — 

Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way : 
In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish — 

Lithe  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish — 

Suffer  not  onr  souls  to  fear. 

3  When  this  mortal  life  is  ended. 

Bid  us  in  thine  arms  to  rest, 
Till  by  angel  bands  attended. 
We  awake  among  the  blest : 

0  refresh  us  with  thy  blessing — 
O  refresh  us  with  thy  grace  ! 

May  thy  mercies,  never  ceasing. 
Fit  us  for  thy  dwelling-place. 

257.        8s,  7s,  and  4. 

1  Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah  ! 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land; 

1  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty, 

E[old  me  with  thy  powerful  hand : 


PKAYER.  20^: 

Bread  of  Heaven  ! 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

Open,  Lord  !  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow — 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

Strong  Deliverer ! 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 

Death  of  death  !  and  hell's  Destruction  ! 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  : 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  ofive  to  thee. 


258.       C.  M. 

1  Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord  !  I  flee, 
From  strife  and  tumult  far ; 

From  scenes  where  Satan  wa^-es  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 
With  prayer  and  praise  agree; 

And  seem  hy  thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There,  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul. 
And  grace  her  mean  abode, 

Oh,  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God  ! 


204  CHRISTIAN 


259.      C.  M. 


1  TiTERE  is  a  state  unknown,  unseen, 

Where  parted  souls  must  be ; 
And  but  a  step  may  be  between 
Tliat  world  of  souls  and  mo. 

2  I  see  no  liglit,  I  liear  no  sound, 

When  midnight  shades  are  spread  ; 
Yet  angels  pitch  their  tents  around, 
And  guard  my  quiet  bed. 

3  The  Saviour  wliom  I  long  have  sought. 

And  would,  but  cannot  see : 
And  is  he  here  ?  O,  w^ondrous  thought ! 
And  will  he  dwell  with  me  ? 

4  I  ask  not,  with  my  mortal  eye, 

To  view  the  vision  bright ; 
I  dare  not  see  thee,  lest  I  die. 
Yet,  Lord,  restore  my  sight. 

5  Impart  the  faith  that  soars  on  high, 

Beyond  this  earthly  strife  ; 
That  holds  sweet  converse  with  the  sky, 
And  lives  eternal  life. 


200.       L.  M. 

Fro:\i  every  stormy  wind  that  blows. 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes. 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
'T  is  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 


PRAYER,  205 

There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads — 
A  place,  than  all  besides,  more  sweet ; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend. 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend ; 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

There,  there  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sense  and  sin  molest  no  more. 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

Oh !  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still. 
This  throbbing  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  mercy-seat. 

261.       C.  M. 

1  Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 

Uttered,  or  unexpressed ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear ; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech. 

That  infant  lips  can  try ; 
Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 


206  CHRISTIAN 

4  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways  ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  "  Behold,  he  prays  !" 

5  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air ; 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death ; 
Pie  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

6  The  saints  in  prayer  appear  as  one, 

In  word,  and  deed,  and  mind, 
While  with  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Sweet  fellowship  they  find. 

Y  O  thou  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 
The  life,  the  truth,  the  way ! 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod ; 
Lord,  teach  ns  how  to  pray ! 

262.       L.  M. 

1  What  change  within  us  one  short  hour 

Spent  in  thy  presence,  Lord,  can  make ! 
The  clouds  no  longer  round  us  lower. 

Thou  from  our  hearts  the  gloom  dost  take. 

2  We  kneel,  how  weak !  we  rise,  how  strong ! 

The  future  shines  in  sunlight  clear ; 
Why  should  we  do  ourselves  the  wrong. 
To  yield  to  unbelieving  fear  ? 

3  Wliy  are  our  souls  oppress'd  with  care. 

Why  should  we  ever  heartless  be. 
Why  troubled,  when  Avitli  us  is  ])rayer. 
And  joy,  strength,  courage  are  witli  thee  ? 


COURAGE   AND   CONSTANCY.  207 


COURAGE  AND  CONSTANCY. 

263.      L.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes ; 
See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise, 
In  long  array,  a  numerous  host : 
Awake,  my  soul !  or  thou  art  lost. 

2  See  where  rebellious  passions  rage, 
And  fierce  desires  and  lusts  engage : 
The  meanest  foe  of  all  the  train. 

Has  thousands  and  ten  thousands  slain. 

3  Thou  treadest  on  enchanted  ground ; 
Perils  and  snares  beset  thee  round ; 
Beware  of  all,  guard  every  part, — 
But  most  the  traitor  in  thy  heart. 

4  Put  on  the  armor  from  above. 

Of  heavenly  truth,  and  heavenly  love  ; 

The  terror  and  the  charm  repel, 

And  powers  of  earth  and  powers  of  hell. 

.  264.       L.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ? 
Ashamed  of  thee  whom  angels  praise. 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  ? 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star : 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 


208  CHRISTIAN 

3  Asliamed  of  Jesus !  tliat  dear  Friend 
Oil  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend ! 
No ;  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  yes,  I  may. 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away ; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fear  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

5  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ! 
And  O  may  this  my  glory  be, 

That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me  ! 

265.       C.  M. 

1  In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 

My  journey  I'll  pursue ; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  ye  muchdoved  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes ; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  shall  l)e  my  cry, 
Thougli  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duty,  and  through  trials,  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command ; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

4  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

My  joyful  cry  shall  be, 
"  Hinder  me  not ;"  come,  welcome  death, 
I'll  gladly  go  witli  thee. 


COURAGE   AND   CONSTANCY.  209 

266.  C.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul !  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on  ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  God's  all-animatinof  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  uplifted  eye  ; — 

4  That  prize,  with  peerless  glories  bright, 

Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 
When  victors'  wreaths  and  monarchs'  gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 

5  Blest  Saviour!  introduced  by  thee. 

Have  we  our  race  begun  ; 
And,  crown'd  with  victory,  at  thy  feet 
We'll  lay  our  laurels  down. 

267.  C.  M. 

1  Lo  !  what  a  cloud  of  witnesses 

Encompass  us  around ; 
Men  once  like  us  with  suff'ring  tried, 
But  now  with  glory  crown'd. 

2  Behold  a  witness  nobler  still, 

Who  trod  affliction's  path. 


210  CHRISTIAN 

Jesus,  the  autJior,  finisher, 
Rewarder  of  our  faith  : 

3  He  for  the  joy  before  him  set, 

And  mov'd  by  pitying  love, 
Endur'd  the  cross,  despis'd  the  shame, 
And  now  he  reigns  above. 

4  Thither,  forgetting  things  behind. 

Press  we  to  God's  right  hand ; 
There,  with  the  Saviour  and  his  saints 
Triumphantly  to  stand. 

268.       C.  M. 

1  Rise,  O  my  soul !  pursue  the  path 

By  ancient  worthies  trod  ; 
Aspiring,  view  those  holy  men. 
Who  liv'd  and  walk'd  with  God. 

2  Though  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear. 

And  in  example  live : 
Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds, 
Still  fresh  instruction  give. 

3  'Twas  thro'  the  Lamb's  most  precious  blood, 

They  conquer'd  ev'ry  foe  ; 
And  to  his  pow'r  and  matchless  grace, 
Their  crowns  of  life  they  owe. 

4  Lord,  may  I  ever  keep  in  view 

The  patterns  thou  hast  given — 
And  ne'er  forsake  the  blessed  road, 
That  led  them  safe  to  heaven. 


COUEAGE   AND   CONSTANCY.  211 


269.         S.   M. 

1  SoLDiEES  of  Christ !  arise, 

And  put  your  armor  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 
Through  his  eternal  Son: 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  Hosts, 

And  in  his  mighty  power ; 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand  then  in  his  great  might, 

With  all  his  strength  endued  ; 
And  take  to  arm  you  foi'  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God  : 

4  Fi'om  strength  to  strength  go  on, 

Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray — 
Ti'ead  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down. 
And  win  the  well-fought  day. 


270.     S.  M. 

1  Soldiers  of  Christ !   arise, 

The  God  of  armies  calls 
Unto  his  mansions  in  the  skies — 
His  everlastins:  halls : 

2  The  angel  host  appears, 

To  welcome  you  to  bliss ; 
Oh  !   what  is  earth,  its  sighs  and  tears. 
Its  joys,  compai'ed  to  this  ! 


212  CHRISTIAN 

3  Cnisli'd  is  the  liaiiglity  foe — 

His  might,  his  glory  gone  ; 
But  ye,  with  victory  crowii'd,  shall  go 
To  Christ's  eternal  throne. 

4  Thei-e  shall  the  conqueror  rest. 

And  in  that  bright  abode 
Forever  reign  amid  the  blest. 
Triumphant  with  his  God. 


OBEDIENCE  AND  CHAEITY. 

271.       L.  M. 

Psalm  xxi\'. 

The  earth,  thou  Majesty  Divine — 
Its  fields,  its  floods,  its  stores  are  thine  : 
Thine  is  the  world,  and  thine  the  race 
Whose  dwellings  fill  its  ample  space. 

But  who  shall  e'er  ascend  the  hill, 
G  reat  God  !  w^hich  all  thy  glories  fill  ? 
Who,  in  thy  temple's  hallow'd  dome. 
Secure  his  everlasting  home  ? 

Whose  hands  are  clean,  whose  heart  sincere — 
Whose  purpose  pure,  whose  actions  clear — 
AVhose  soul  no  vanity  allures. 
And  truth  his  plighted  vow  secures. 

This  man  the  blessing  shall  receive — 
The  Idessing  which  the  Lord  will  give  : 
Salvation  from  his  God  shall  flow. 
And  righteousness  his  hand  bestow. 


OBEDIENCE. 


213 


5  These  are  the  men,  the  chosen  seed, 
Like  Jacob,  wresthng  as  they  plead : 
They  seek,  my  God  !  they  seek  thy  fiice, 
And  wait  and  find  the  ])romis'd  grace. 

272.  7s. 

1  Who,  O  Lord  !  when  life  is  o'er, 
Shall  to  heaven's  blest  mansion  soar  ? 
Who,  an  ever-welcome  guest. 

In  thy  holy  place  shall  rest  ? 

2  He  whose  heart  thy  love  has  warm'd : 
He  whose  will,  to  thine  conform'd. 
Bids  his  life  unsullied  run : 

He  whose  words  and  thoughts  are  one. 

3  He  who  shuns  the  sinner's  road, 
Loving  those  who  love  their  God  ; 
Who,  with  hope  and  faith  unfeign'd. 
Treads  the  path  by  thee  ordain'd : 

4  He  who  trusts  in  Christ  alone, 
Not  in  aught  himself  has  done  ; 
He,  great  "God!  shall  be  thy  care, 
And  thy  choicest  blessing  share. 

273.  7s. 

1  Wide,  ye  heavenly  gates  unfold,  ^ 
Clos'd  no  more  by  death  and  sin : 
Lo  !  the  conqu'ring  Lord  behold  ! 

Let  the  King  of  glory  in.  ^ 
Hark  !  th'  angelic  host  inquire, 

"Who  is  he,  th'  Almighty  King^' 


214  CHRISTIAN 

Hark  ao-aiu  !  the  answerinsr  clioir 
Thus  in  strains  of  triumph  sing : 

2  He,  whose  powerful  arm  alone, 

On  his  foes  destruction  hurled : 
He,  who  hath  the  victory  won ; 

He,  who  saved  a  ruined  world : — 
He,  who  God's  pure  law  fulfilled, 

Jesus,  the  incarnate  Word : 
He,  whose  truth  with  blood  was  sealed ; 

He  is  heaven's  all-glorious  Lord. 

3  Who  shall  to  this  blest  abode 

Follow  in  the  Saviour's  train  ? 
They,  who  in  his  cleansing  blood 

Wash  away  each  guilty  stain  : 
They,  whose  daily  actions  prove 

Steadfast  faith,  and  holy  fear, 
Fervent  zeal,  and  grateful  love  ; — 

They  shall  dwell  forever  here. 

274.      L.  M. 

1  Not  he,  whose  baseless  hope  relies 
On  modes  and  forms  that  men  devise ; 
Who  merely  calls  the  Saviour,  Lord, 
But  heeds  not  to  perform  his  word : 

2  Not  he  shall  tread  the  courts  al)ove. 
The  bright  abodes  of  joy  and  love  ; 
But  he  whose  prompt  obedience  shows 
His  wish  to  practise  what  he  knows  : 

3  Whose  heart  enlarg'd,  bids  him  embrace, 
As  brethren,  all  the  human  race ; 


CHARITY,  215 

Who  for  his  friends  with  ardor  glows, 
And  pities  and  forgives  his  foes. 

4  This  is  the  man  whose  head  shall  rise, 
With  glory  crown'd,  above  the  skies : 
Him  shall  the  Lord  in  judgment  own. 
And  place  by  his  eternal  throne. 

275.        L.  M. 

1  Cor.  xiii. 

1  To  us,  to  every  human  heart, 
Father  of  lights,  these  gifts  impart : 
Faith,  hope,  and  charity — these  three ; 
Yet  is  the  greatest,  charity. 

2  The  mornino^  star  is  lost  in  liofht, 
Faith  vanishes  at  perfect  sight : 
The  rainbow  passes  with  the  storm, 
And  hope,  with  sorrow's  fading  form : 

3  But  charity,  sei*ene,  su1:)lime, 
Beyond  the  range  of  death  and  time  ; 
Like  the  blue  sky's  all-bounding  space, 
Holds  heaven  and  earth  in  its  embrace. 

276.     lOs.    8 1. 

When  constant  Faith  and  holy  Hope  shall  die. 
One  lost  in  certainty  and  one  in  joy, 
Then  thou,  more  happy  power,  fair  Charity ! 
Triumphant  sister,  greatest  of  the  three. 
Thy  office  and  thy  nature,  still  the  same. 
Lasting  thy  lamp,  and  unconsum'd  thy  flame, 
Shalt  stand  before  the  host  of  heaven  contest, 
Forever  blessing  and  forever  blest. 


216  CHRISTIAN 

277.      L.  M. 

1  O  Chaeitt  !  who,  from  alcove, 

Gomest  to  dwell  a  pilgrim  here  ; 
Thy  voice,  thy  smile,  speak  heav'iily  love, 
And  pity's  soul  is  in  thy  tear. 

2  Hope  and  her  sister,  Faith,  were  given 

But  as  our  guides  to  yonder  sky : 
Soon  as  they  reach  the  verge  of  heaven, 
There,  lost  in  perfect  bliss,  they  die. 

3  But  long  as  Love,  Almighty  Love, 

Shall  on  his  throne  of  thrones  abide, 
Thou,  Charity,  shalt  dwell  above. 
Smiling  forever  by  his  side  ! 

278.      7s. 

1  LoED,  what  off 'ring  shall  we  bring. 

At  thine  altars  when  we  bow  ? 
Hearts,  the  pure  unsullied  spring. 

Whence  the  kind  affections  flow : 
Soft  compassion's  feeling  soul, 

By  the  melting  eye  express'd ; 
Sympathy,  at  whose  control 

Sorrow  leaves  the  wounded  breast ; 

2  Willing  hands  to  lead  the  blind. 

Bind  the  wounded,  feed  the  poor  ; 
Love,  embracing  all  our  kind ; 

Charity,  with  liberal  store  : 
Teach  us,  O  thou  Heavenly  King  ! 

Thus  to  show  our  grateful  mind: 
Thus  th'  accepted  off'iing  bring. 

Love  to  thee  and  all  mankind. 


CHAEITY.  217 

279.      L.  M. 

^latt.  XXV. 

A  POOE,  wayfaring  man  of  grief 

Hath  often  cro.ss'd  nie  on  my  way, 
Who  sued  so  humbly  for  relief, 

That  I  could  never  answer  "  Nay." 
I  had  not  power  to  ask  his  name, 
Whither  he  went,  or  whence  he  came ; 
Yet  was  there  something  in  his  eye 
That  won  my  love,  I  knew  not  why. 

Once,  when  my  scanty  meal  was  spread, 

He  enter' d — not  a  word  he  spake — • 
Just  perishing  for  want  of  bread. 

I  gave  him  all :  he  bless'd  it,  brake. 
And  ate ;  but  gave  me  part  again : 
Mine  was  an  angel's  portion  then  ; 
For  while  I  fed  with  eager  haste. 
That  crust  was  manna  to  my  taste. 

I  spied  him  where  a  fountain  burst 

Clear  from  the  rock :  his  stren^-th  was  c:one  : 
The  heedless  water  mock'd  his  thirst : 

He  heard  it,  saw  it  hurrying  on. 
I  ran  to  raise  the  sufferer  up — 
Thrice  from  the  stream  he  drain'd  my  cup — 
Dipp'd,  and  return'd  it  running  o'er  : 
I  drank,  and  never  thirsted  more. 

'Twas  night ;  the  floods  were  out ;  it  blew 

A  winter  hurricane  aloof: 
I  heard  his  voice  abroad,  and  flew 

To  bid  him  welcome  to  my  I'oof. 
10 


218  CHRISTIAN 

I  warinVl,  I  clotlied,  I  clieer'd  my  guest — 
Laid  him  on  my  own  couch  to  rest: 
Then  made  the  earth  my  bed,  and  seemVl 
In  Eden's  garden  while  I  dream'd. 

5  StrippVl,  wounded,  beaten  nigh  to  death, 

I  found  him  by  the  highway -side : 
I  rous'd  his  pulse,  brought  back  his  breath, 

Revived  his  spirit,  and  supplied 
Wine,  oil,  refreshment :  he  was  healed — 
I  had  myself  a  wound  concealVl ; 
But  from  that  hour  forgot  the  smart. 
And  peace  bound  up  my  broken  heart. 

6  In  prison  I  saw  him  next,  condemned 

To  meet  a  traitor's  doom  at  morn : 
The  tide  of  lying  tongues  I  stemm'd. 

And  honor'd  him  'mid  shame  and  scorn. 
My  friendship's  utmost  zeal  to  try, 
He  asked  if  I  for  him  would  die  : 
The  flesh  was  weak,  my  blood  ran  chill ; 
But  the  free  spirit  cried,  "  I  will !" 

Y  Then,  in  a  moment,  to  my  view 

The  stranger  started  from  disguise : 
The  tokens  in  his  hands  I  knew, 

My  Saviour  stood  before. mine  eyes  ! 
He  spake,  and  my  poor  name  he  named — 
"  Of  me  thou  hast  not  been  ashamed : 
These  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  l)e, — 
Fear  not,  thou  didst  them  unto  me." 


CHARITY.  219 

280.     c.  M. 

1  Blest  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart 

Feels  all  another's  pain  ; 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Was  never  raised  in  vain : — 

2  Whose  breast  expands  with  gen'rous  warmth 

A  stranger's  woes  to  feel ; 
And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

3  He  spreads  his  kind,  supporting  arms 

To  every  child  of  grief: 
His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
And  brings  unasked  relief. 

4  To  gentle  oflices  of  love  * 

His  feet  are  never  slow : 
He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

5  Peace  from  the  bosom  of  his  God, 

The  Saviour's  grace  shall  give ; 
And  when  he  kneels  before  the  throne. 
His  trembling  soul  shall  live. 


220  CnRISTIAN 

MUTUAL  AFFECTIOISr. 

281.      lOs. 

1  Eestore,  O  Father !  to  our  times  restore 
The  peace  which  tilled  thine  iufimt  Church 

of  yore : 
Ere  lust  of  power  had  sown  the  seeds  of  strife, 
And  quench'd  the  new-born  charities  of  life. 

2  O  never  more  may  different  judgments  part 
From  kindly  sympathy  a  brother's  heart ! 
But  link'd  in  one,  believing  thousands  kneel. 
And  share  with  each  the  sacred  joy  they  feel, 

3  From  soul  to  soul,  quick  as  the  sunl)eam's  ray, 
Let  concord  sj^read  one  universal  day ; 
And  fiiith  l)y  love  lead  all  mankind  to  thee, 
Parent  of  peace  and  Fount  of  harmony. 

282.      C.  M. 

1  How  sweet,  how  heavenly,  is  the  sight. 

When  those  who  love  the  Lord, 
Li  one  another's  peace  delight. 
And  so  fulfill  his  word ; — 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
When  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart; — 

3  When,  free  fi'om  envy,  scorn  and  pride. 

Our  wishes  all  above, 


MUTUAL  AFFECTION.  221 

Eacli  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love. 

4  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream. 

Through  every  bosom  flow ; 
And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem. 
In  every  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven,  who  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 


283.    s.  M. 

1  Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love : 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  united  prayers : 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  at  death  must  part. 

How  keen,  how  deep  the  pain ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again  ! 


222  CHRISTIAN 

5  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain. 
And  sin,  we  sliall  be  free ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship)  reign 
Tlirougli  all  eternity. 


284.       L.  M. 

1  How  blest  tlie  sacred  tie  that  l~>inds 
In  union  sweet,  according  minds  ! 

How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts,  and  faith,  and  hopes  are  one ! 

2  To  each,  the  soul  of  each  how  dear  ! 
What  faithful  love,  what  holy  fear ! 
How  doth  the  gen'rous  flame  within 
Kefine  from  earth,  and  cleanse  from  sin ! 

3  Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow 
For  human  guilt  and  mortal  woe  : 
Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise. 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4  Together  oft  they  seek  the  place 
Where  God  reveals  his  awful  face  : 

How  high,  how  strong  their  raptures  swell. 
There's  none  but  kindred  souls  can  tell ! 

5  Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire 
When  dimly  burns  frail  nature's  fire  : 
Soon  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above, 
A  heaven  of  joy,  a  heaven  of  love. 


MUTUAL  AFFECTION.  223 


285.     c.  M. 

1  Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 

With  tliose  to  glory  gone : 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 
In  earth  and  heaven,  are  one. 

2  One  family — we  dwell  in  hini — 

One  church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream — 
The  narrow  stream  of  death ; 

3  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow : 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

4  Ev'n  now  to  their  eternal  home 

Some  happy  spirits  fly ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  we  too  shall  die. 

5  Ev'n  now,  by  faith,  we  join  our  hands 

With  those  that  went  before  ; 
And  greet  the  ransomVl  blessed  bands 
Upon  th'  eternal  shore. 

6  Lord  Jesus  !  be  our  constant  guide  ; 

And,  when  the  word  is  given. 
Bid  death's  cold  flood  its  waves  divide. 
And  land  ns  safe  in  heaven. 


224:  CHRISTIAN 

JOY  AND  PEACE. 

286.  L.  M. 

1  Keligion's  yoke  is  soft  and  light ; 

She  bids  each  guilty  passion  cease  ; 
Kemorse  and  anguish  take  their  flight, 
And  all  her  j)aths  are  paths  of  peace. 

2  Beyond  the  narrow  vale  of  time, 

Where  bright  celestial  ages  roll, 
To  scenes  eternal,  scenes  sublime, 

She  points  the  way,  and  leads  the  soul. 

3  At  her  approach  the  grave  appears 

The  gate  of  paradise  restored : 
Her  voice  the  watching  cherub  hears, 
And  drops  his  double  flaming  sword. 

4  Baptized  with  her  renewing  fire, 

May  we  the  crown  of  glory  gain  ! 
Bise,  when  the  hosts  of  heaven  expire, 
And  reign  with  God,  forever  reign. 

287.  C.  M. 

1  O,  TiAPPY  is  the  man  who  hears 

Belio-ion's  warnincr  voice, 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 
His  early,  only  choice! 

2  For  she  has  treasures  greater  far 

Than  east  or  west  enfold ; 
More  precious  are  her  bright  rewards 
Than  gems,  or  stores  of  gold. 


JOY   AND   PEACE.  225 

Her  right  hand  offers  to  the  just 

Immortal,  liappy  days ; 
Her  left,  imperishable  wealth 

And  heavenly  crowns  displays. 

And,  as  her  holy  labors  rise, 

So  her  rewards  increase : 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 

And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 

288.      C.  M. 

How  deep  and  tranquil  is  the  joy 
Which  thou  hast  kindly  given 

To  those  who  seek  thy  presence,  Lord, 
And  tread  the  path  to  heaven  ! 

'Tis  in  the  silence  of  the  shade 

My  sober  thoughts  begin. 
And  earth's  illusive  charms  appear 

But  vanity  and  sin. 

'Tis  here  the  troubled  springs  of  life 

Are  calmed  to  sweetest  rest : 
The  stillness  of  this  hour  expels 

The  tumult  of  my  breast. 

Far,  far  above  all  mortal  things, 

I  walk  with  God  alone ; 
And  while  he  names  celestial  joys, 

I  call  them  all  my  own. 

Then  let  the  noisy  world  pursue 

The  trifles  of  a  day, — 
Mine  be  the  silent,  secret  joys 

That  never  fade  away, 
10* 


226  CHRISTIAN 

289.  L.  M. 

(A.  D.  1590-1640.) 

1  How  happy  is  lie  born  and  taught 

Who  serveth  not  another's  will ; 
Whose  armor  is  his  honest  thought, 
And  simple  truth  his  utmost  skill ! 

2  Whose  passions  not  his  masters  are, 

Whose  soul  is  still  prepar'd  for  death  ; 
Untied  to  this  vain  world  by  care 
Of  public  fame  or  private  breath. 

3  Who  hath  his  life  from  rumors  freed, 

Whose  conscience  is  his  strong  retreat ; 
Whose  state  can  neither  flatterers  feed, 
Nor  ruin  make  oppressors  great. 

4  Who  God  doth  late  and  early  pray 

More  of  his  grace  than  gifts  to  lend. 

Whose  suppliant  tho'ts  the  tribute  pay 

Of  one  who  feels  his  God  his  friend. 

5  This  man  is  freed  from  servile  bands 

Of  hope  to  rise,  or  fear  to  foil : 
Lord  of  himself,  though  not  of  lands ; 
And  having  nothing,  yet  hath  all. 

290.  C.  M. 

1  TiiPviCE  happy  souls  who,  born  of  heaven 
While  yet  they  sojourn  here, 
IIuml)ly  begin  their  days  with  God, 
And  spend  them  in  his  fear. 


JOY   AND   PEACE.  227 

2  Mid  hourly  cares,  may  love  present 

Its  incense  to  thy  throne ; 
And,  while  the  world  onr  hands  employs, 
Our  hearts  be  thine  alone  ! 

3  When  to  laborious  duties  call'd. 

Or  by  temptations  tried. 
We'll  seek  the  shelter  of  thy  wings. 
And  in  thy  strength  confide. 

4  As  different  scenes  of  life  arise. 

Our  grateful  hearts  would  be 
With  thee — amid  the  social  band. 
In  solitude  with  thee. 

5  In  solid,  pure  delights  like  these. 

Let  all  my  days  be  past ; 
Nor  shall  I  then  impatient  wish, 
Nor  shall  I  fear  the  last. 

291.       C.  H.  M. 

1  As  much  have  I  of  worldly  good 

As  e'ei'  my  Master  had  ; 
I  diet  on  as  dainty  food. 

And  am  as  richly  clad, 
Tho'  plain  my  garb,  tho'  scant  my  board. 
As  Mary's  Son  and  nature's  Lord. 

2  The  manger  was  his  infant  bed. 

His  home  the  mountain-cave  ; 
He  had  not  where  to  lay  his  head, 

He  borrow^'d  ev'n  his  grave  : 
Earth  yielded  him  no  resting-spot — 
Her  Maker — but  she  knew  him  not. 


228  CHRISTIAN 

3  As  mucli  the  world's  good-will  I  sliare, 

Its  favors  and  applause, 
As  He  whose  blessed  name  I  bear, 

Hated  without  a  cause  : 
Despis'd,  rejected,  niock'd  by  pi'ide; 
Betray'd,  forsaken,  crucified. 

4  Why  should  I  court  my  Master's  foe  ? 

Why  should  I  fear  its  frown  ? 
Why  should  I  seek  for  rest  below, 

Or  sigh  for  brief  renown  ? 
A  pilgrim  to  a  better  land — 
An  heir  of  joy  at  God's  right  hand. 

292.      L.  M. 

[Seventeenth  Centura/.) 

1  HeavejST  is  my  roof,  earth  is  my  floor — 

Thy  love  can  keep  me  dry  and  warm : 
Christ  and  thy  bounty  are  my  store  ; 
Thy  angels  guard  me  from  all  harm. 

2  Must  I  forsake  the  soil  and  air 

Where  first  I  drew  my  vital  l)reath  ? 
That  way  may  be  as  near  and  fair 

Whence  I  may  come  to  thee  b.y  death. 

3  All  countries  are  my  Father's  lands — 

Thy  sun,  thy  love,  dotli  shine  on   dl : 
W^e  may  in  all  lift  up  jiure  hands. 
And  with  acceptance  on  thee  call. 

4  What  if  in  prison  I  must  dwell — 

May  I  not  tliere  converse  with  thee  ? 


JOY  AND   PEACE.  229 

Save  me  from  sin,  thy  wrath,  and  hell ; 
Call  me  thy  child,  and  I  am  free. 

5  No  walls  or  bars  can  keep  thee  out ; 
None  can  confine  a  holy  soul : 
The  streets  of  heaven  it  walks  about, 
None  can  its  liberty  control. 

293.     c.  M. 

1  O  HAPPY  soul,  that  lives  on  high 

While  men  lie  grovelling  here  ! 
His  hopes  are  fix'd  above  the  sky, 
And  faith  forbids  his  fear. 

2  His  conscience  knows  no  secret  stings. 

While  grace  and  joy  combine 
To  form  a  life  whose  holy  springs 
Are  hidden  and  divine. 

3  He  waits  in  secret  on  his  God, 

His  God  in  secret  sees  ; 
Let  earth  be  all  in  arms  abroad, 
He  dwells  in  heavenly  peace. 


294.     c.  P.  M. 

How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot — • 

How  free  from  anxious  care  and  thought. 

From  worldly  hope  and  fear  ! 
Confined  to  neither  court  nor  cell, 
His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell — 

He  only  sojourns  here. 


230  CHRISTIAN 

2  This  happiness  iu  part  is  mine  ; 
Already  saved  from  low  design, 

From  every  creatnre-love : 
Blessed  with  the  scorn  of  finite  good- 
My  soul  is  lightened  of  its  load, 

And  seeks  tlie  things  above. 

3  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair — 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there, 

And  my  abiding  home : 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay. 
And  angels  beckon  me  away. 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

4  I  come,  thy  servant.  Lord  !   replies — 
I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 

And  claim  my  heavenly  rest : 
Soon  will  the  pilgrim's  journey  end — 
Then,  O  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 

Receive  me  to  thy  breast ! 


295.      C.  P.  M. 

1  O  Israel  !  who  is  like  to  thee — 
A  people  saved  and  called  to  be 

Peculiar  to  the  Lord  ! 
The  promised  land  before  thee  lies : 
Go  and  possess  the  glorious  prize — 

Go,  take  the  great  reward. 

2  In  glory  there  the  King  appears : 
He  wipes  away  his  ])eo]^le's  tears — ■ 

Bids  all  theii"  trouble  cease: 


JOY  AJSTD   PEACE.  231 

By  faith  I  see  tlie  heavenly  shore, 
Where  sin  and  sorrow  are  no  more, 
And  h^ug  to  reach  the  place. 

Nor  shall  I  always  absent  be 
From  him  my  soul  desires  to  see — 

Within  the  realms  of  light ; 
For  soon  my  Lord  will  rend  the  veil. 
And  not  a  cloud  shall  then  conceal 

His  glory  from  my  sight. 


296.      7s  and  Qs. 

1  Rise,  my  soul !  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Toward  heaven,  thy  native  place : 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars,  decay ; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove : 
Rise,  my  soul !   and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  : 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  : 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face  ; 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode. 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn ; 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  : 


232  CHRISTIAN 

Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies : 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given; 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

297.     8s  and  Vs. 

1  Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken. 

All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken. 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  slialt  be : 
Perish  every  fond  ambition — 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known  ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 

2  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation  ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care  ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear : 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee ; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine ; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee : 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

3  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer ; 
Heaven's  eternal  days  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there : 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  ])ass  thy  ])ilgrim  days ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  ])raise. 


JOY  AN!)   PEACE,  233 


298.      c.  M. 


1  SiiSTG,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 

Your  great  Deliv'rer  sing  ; 
Pilgrims,  for  Zion's  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  king. 

2  See  the  fair  way  his  hand  has  rais'd — 

How  holy,  and  how  plain  ! 
Nor  shall  the  simplest  trav'ler  err, 
Nor  ask  the  track  in  vain. 

3  No  ravening  lion  shall  destroy. 

Nor  lurking  serpent  wound ; 
Pleasure  and  safety,  peace  and  praise. 
Through  all  the  path  are  found. 

4  A  hand  Divine  shall  lead  you  on. 

Through  all  the  blissful  road  ; 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 

5  There,  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  every  head ; 
While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress. 
Like  shadows,  all  are  fled. 

6  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength. 

Pursue  his  footsteps  still ; 
And  fix  your  eye,  with  joyful  hope, 
On  Zion's  heavenly  hill. 


234  CHRISTIAN 

299.  L.  M. 

1  Not  seldom,  clad  in  radiant  vest, 

Deceitfully  goes  forth  the  morn ; 
Not  seldom  evening  in  the  west 
Sinks  sweetly,  smilingly  forsworn. 

2  The  smoothest  seas  will  sometimes  prove 

To  the  confiding  bark,  nntrue  ; 
And  if  she  trust  the  stars  above. 

They  can  be  false  and  treach'rous  too. 

3  The  umbrageous  oak,  in  pomp  outspread, 

Full  oft,  when  storms  the  welkin  rend. 
Draws  lightnings  down  upon  the  head 
It  promised  surely  to  defend. 

4  But  Thou  art  true,  incarnate  Lord, 

Who  didst  vouchsafe  for  man  to  die ! 
Thy  smile  is  sure,  Thy  plighted  word 
No  change  can  break  or  falsify. 

5  I  bent  before  Thy  gracious  throne. 

And  ask'd  for  peace  with  suppliant  knee ; 
And  peace  was  given, — nor  peace  alone, 
But  faith,  and  hope,  and  ecstasy ! 

300.  C.  M. 

1  Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 

In  nature's  bari'en  soil : 
All  we  can  boast,  till  Christ  we  know, 
Is  vanity  and  toil. 

2  But  where  the  Loi-d  has  planted  grace. 

And  made  his  glories  known, 


JOY   AND   PEACE. 


235 


There  fruits  of  heavenly  joy  and  peace 
Are  foimcl,  and  there  alone. 

3  A  bleeding  Saviour  seen  by  faith, 

A  sense  of  pard'ning  love, 
A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death, 
Gives  joys  like  those  above. 

4  To  take  a  glimpse  within  the  veil, 

To  know  that  God  is  mine — 
Are  springs  of  joy  that  never  fail. 
Unspeakable,  divine ! 

5  These  are  the  joys  that  satisfy. 

And  sanctify  the  mind  ; 
"Which  make  the  spirit  mount  on  high. 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 


301.       Ys. 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God  : 

They  are  bought  with  Christ's  own  l)lood. 

They  are  ransom'd  from  the  grave  ; 

Life  eternal  they  shall  have  : 

With  them  number'cl  may  we  be. 

Here  and  in  eternity. 

They  are  justified  by  grace — 
They  enjoy  a  solid  peace  ; 
All  their  sins  are  wash'd  away — 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day : 
With  them  number'd  may  we  be. 
Here  and  in  eternity. 


236  CHRISTIAN 

3  They  are  lights  upon  the  earth — 
Children  of  a  heavenly  birth  ; 
One  with  God,  with  Jesus  one, 
Glory  is  in  tliem  begun : 
With  them  number'd  may  we  bo, 
Here  and  in  eternity. 


CONSOLATIOK 

302.       7s  and  8s. 

Datik  the  night — the  sun  will  wake 
Beauteous  on  the  dawning  morrow ; 

Gleams  of  mercy  soon  will  break 
O'er  the  clouds  of  pain  and  sorrow  : 

Whom  Christ  loves  liis  arm  can  save. 

From  the  fire,  the  sword,  the  wave ! 

Fear  not,  then,  ye  little  flock ! 

Shall  he  love,  and  fail  to  cherish  ? 
As  a  reed  he  rends  the  rock. 

Ere  one  lov'd  disciple  perish ! 
Thine  the  promise — trust  him  still — 
His  the  means  to  work  his  will. 

303.      C.  M. 

Our  pathway  oft  is  wet  with  tears. 
Our  sky  with  clouds  o'ercast ; 

Shall  Avorldly  cares  and  worldly  fears 
Go  with  us  to  the  last  ? 


CONSOLATION.  237 

2  Not  to  the  last !    God's  word  hath  said, 

Could  we  but  read  aright: 
O  pilgrim  !  lift  in  hope  thy  head, 
At  eve  it  shall  be  liorht ! 

3  Though  earth-born  shadows  now  may  shroud 

Our  toilsome  path  awhile, 
God's  blessed  word  can  part  each  cloud, 
And  bid  the  sunshine  smile. 

4  If  we  but  trust  in  living  faith 

His  love  and  power  divine. 
Then,  though  our  sun  may  set  in  death. 
His  light  shall  round  us  shine. 

5  When  temj)est  clouds  are  dark  on  high, 

His  bow  of  love  and  praise 
Shines  beauteous  in  the  vaulted  sky. 
Token  that  storms  shall  cease. 

6  Then  keep  we  on  with  hope  unchill'd, 

By  faith  and  not  by  sight, 
And  we  shall  own  his  word  fulfill' d — 
At  eve  there  shall  be  lig^ht ! 

304.      C.  M.     8  1. 

1  Lift  up  thine  eyes,  afflicted  soul ! 

From  earth  lift  up  thine  eyes ; 
Though  dark  the  ev'ning  shadows  roll. 

And  daylight  beauty  dies : 
One  sun  is  set — a  thousand  more 

Their  rounds  of  glory  run, 
Where  science  leads  thee  to  explore 

In  ev'ry  star  a  sun. 


238  CHEISTIAN 

2  Thus,  when  some  long-lovVl  comfort  ends, 

And  nature  would  despair. 
Faith  to  the  heaven  of  heavens  ascends 

And  meets  ten  thousand  there  : 
First  faint  and  small,  then  clear  and  bright, 

They  gladden  all  the  gloom. 
As  stars  that  seem  but  points  of  light 

The  rank  of  suns  assume. 


305.       L.  M. 

1  Faint  not,  poor  traveller,  though  thy  way 

Be  rough,  like  that  thy  Saviour  trod  ; 
Though  cold  and  stormy  lower  the  day. 
This  path  of  suffering  leads  to  God. 

2  Christian,  thy  Friend,  thy  Master  prayed. 

When  dread  and  anguish  shook  his  frame, 
.   Then  met  his  suff'rings  undismay'd; 
Wilt  thou  not  strive  to  do  the  same  ? 

3  O  think'st  thou  that  his  Father's  love 

Shone  round  him  then  with  fointer  rays 
Than  now,  when,  thronVl  all  height  above, 
Unceasing  voices  hymn  his  praise? 

4  Go,  suiferer,  calmly  meet  the  woes 

Which  God's  own  mercy  bids  thee  bear; 
Then,  rising  as  thy  Saviour  rose. 
Go  !  his  eternal  vict'ry  share. 


CONSOLATION.  239 

306.       L.  M.  6  1. 

1  O  LET  my  trembling  soul  be  still, 

While  darkness  veils  this  mortal  eye, 
And  wait  thy  wise,  thy  holy  will, 

Wrapp'd  yet  in  tears  and  mystery ; 
I  cannot.  Lord,  thy  purpose  see. 
But  all  is  well,  since  rulVl  b}^  thee. 

2  Thus  trusting  in  thy  love,  I  tread 

The  narrow  path  of  duty  on ; 
What  though  some  cherish'd  joys  are  fled  ? 

What  tho'  some  flatt'ring  dreams  are  gone  ? 
Yet  purer,  brighter  joys  remain  : 
Why  should  my  spirit  then  complain  ? 

307.       S.  M. 

1  Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 

Down  from  the  willows  take ; 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine, 
Bid  ev'ry  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land. 

We  are  not  far  from  home. 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will,  to  the  end, 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come. 
Shall  quench  the  love  divine. 

4  When  we  in  darkness  walk, 

Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame  ; 


240  CHRISTIAN 

Then  is  tlie  time  to  trust  our  God, 
And  rest  upon  his  name. 

5  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside,  at  his  control ; 
His  loviniy-kinduess  shall  break  throuo^h 
The  midnight  of  the  soul, 

6  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God, 

That  stays  himself  on  thee ; 
Who  waits  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  thy  salvation  see. 

308.      L.  M.  6  1. 
(A.  D.  1G53.) 

1  Leave  God  to  order  all  thy  ways. 
And  hope  in  him  whate'er  betide, 
Thou'lt  find  him  in  the  evil  days 

Thy  all-sufficient  strength  and  guide  ; 
Who  trusts  in  God's  unchanging  love. 
Builds  on  the  rock  that  nouijht  can  move. 


•&' 


2  Only  thy  restless  heart  keep  still, 

And  wait  in  cheerful  hope, — content 
To  take  whate'er  his  gracious  will. 

His  all-discerning  love,  hath  sent ; 
Doubt  not  our  inmost  wants  are  known 
To  him  who  chose  us  for  his  own. 

3  He  knows  when  joyful  hours  are  best, 

He  sends  them  as  he  sees  it  meet ; 
When  thou  hast  l)orne  the  fiery  test, 
And  art  made  free  from  all  deceit, 


CONSOLATION.  2ttl 

lie  comes  to  thee  all  unaware 

And  makes  thee  own  his  lo\dng  care. 

Nor  in  the  heat  of  pain  and  strife, 

Think  God  hath  cast  thee  off  unheard, 

And  that  the  man  whose  prosperous  life 
Thou  enviest,  is  of  him  preferr'd  : 

Time  passes,  and  much  change  doth  bring, 

And  sets  a  bound  to  every  thing. 

Sing,  pray,  and  swerve  not  from  his  ways. 
But  do  thine  own  part  faithfully, 

Trust  his  rich  promises  of  grace. 
So  shall  they  be  fuMll'd  in  thee ; 

God  never  yet  forsook  at  need 

The  soul  that  trusted  him  indeed. 

309.     S.  M. 

1  CoMivnT  thou  all  thy  griefs 

And  ways  into  His  hands. 
To  his  sure  truth  and  tender  care, 
Who  earth  and  heaven  commands : 

2  Who  points  the  clouds  their  course, 

Whom  winds  and  seas  obey — 
He  shall  direct  thy  wandering  feet, 
He  shall  prej)are  thy  way. 

3  Put  thou  thy  trust  in  God, 

In  duty's  path  go  on ; 
Fix  on  his  word  thy  steadfast  eye. 
So  shall  thy  work  be  done : 

4  No  profit  canst  thou  gain 

By  self-consuming  care ; 
11 


242  CHRISTIAN 

To  liim  commend  tliy  cause,  liis  ear 
Attends  the  softest  prayer. 

5  Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears, 
Hope,  and  be  undismayed  ; 
God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy  tears ; 
God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

310.     c.  M. 

1  When  languor  and  disease  invade 

This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains. 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  his  love  ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  j)lace 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

3  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end ; 
Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend. 

4  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams. 

What  must  the  fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
Immediately  from  thee  ? 

311.       L.  M. 

Psalm  iii. 

1  The  tempter  to  my  soul  hath  said, — 
"  There  is  no  help  in  God  for  thee :" 
Lord,  lift  thou  up  thy  servant's  head ; 
My  glory,  shield,  and  solace  be. 


CONSOLATION.  243 

2  Tlnis  to  the  Lord  I  raised  my  cry ; 

He  heard  me  from  his  holy  hill ; 
At  his  command  the  waves  rolled  1  )y ; 
He  beckoned,  and  the  winds  were  still. 

3  I  laid  me  down  and  slept ; — I  woke ; 

Thou,  Lord,  my  sjDirit  didst  sustain ; 
Bright  from  the  east  the  morning  broke, 
Thy  comforts  rose  on  me  again. 

4  I  will  not  fear,  though  armed  throngs 

Compass  my  steps  in  all  their  wrath ; 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs ; 

His  presence  guards  his  people's  path. 

312.      C.  M. 

1  When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past, 

And  mourns  the  present  pain, 
'Tis  sweet  to  tliink  of  peace  at  last, 
And  feel  that  death  is  Q-sdn. 

o 

2  'Tis  not  that  murmuring  thoughts  arise, 

And  dread  a  Father's  will, 
'Tis  not  that  meek  submission  flies. 
And  would  not  suffer  still : — ■ 

3  It  is  that  heaven-born  faith  surveys 

The  path  to  realms  of  light, 
And  longs  her  eagle  plumes  to  raise, 
And  lose  herself  in  sio^ht. 

4  It  is  that  hope  with  ardor  glows. 

To  see  Him  face  to  face. 
Whose  dying  love  no  language  knows 
Sufficient  power  to  trace. 


244  CHRISTIAN 

5  It  is  that  harassed  conscience  feels 

The  pangs  of  struggling  sin ; 
And  sees,  though  tar,  the  hand  that  heals, 
And  ends  the  strife  within. 

6  O  let  me  wing  my  hallowed  flight 

From  ea]-th-]jorn  woe  and  care, 
And  soar  above  these  clouds  of  night, 
My  Saviour's  bliss  to  share  ! 

313.       L.  M. 

1  Wait,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will, 
Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still ; 
Nor  let  a  murmuring  thouglit  arise ; 
His  w^ays  are  just,  his  counsels  wise. 

2  lie  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  his  work,  the  cause  conceals ; 
And  though  his  footsteps  are  unknown. 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

3  Then,  O  my  soul,  submissive  w^ait. 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat ; 
And,  'mid  the  terrors  of  his  rod. 
Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 


314.     lOs. 

Abide  with  me  !  fast  falls  the  eventide. 
The  darkness  deepens — Lord,  with  me  abide  ! 
Wlien  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee — 
Help  of  the  hel])less,  O  abide  with  me  ! 


CONSOLATION.  245 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day— 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away ; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see — 

O  tliou  who  chaugest  not,  abide  with  me ! 

3  I  need  thy  presence  every  passing  hour : 
What  but  thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's 

power  ? 
Who  like  thyself  my  guide  and  stay  can  be  ? 
In  life,  in  death,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me ! 


315.       L.  M. 

1  God  of  my  life  !  to  thee  I  call ; 
Afflicted  at  thy  feet  I  Ml ; 

When  the  great  water-floods  prevail, 
Leave  not  my  trembling  heart  to  fail. 

2  Friend  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint. 
Where  should  I  lodge  my  deep  complaint  ? 
Where  but  with  thee,  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless  and  the  poor  ? 

3  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  thee, 
And  thou  refuse  that  mourner's  plea  ? 
Doth  not  the  word  still  fixed  remain. 
That  none  shall  seek  thy  face  in  vain  ? 

4  That  were  a  grief  I  could  not  bear. 
Didst  thou  not  hear  and  answer  prayer ; 
But  a  prayer-hearing,  answering  God 
Supports  me  under  every  load. 


2J:6  CHRISTIAN 

316.      C.  M. 

1  Dear  Kefiige  of  my  weary  soul, 

On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise — 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  troul)le  roll, 
My  fainting  hoj)e  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief. 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 

And  shall  I  seek  in  vain  ? 
And  can  the  ear  of  Sovereign  Grace 
Be  deaf  when  I  complain  ? 

4  No :  still  the  ear  of  Sovereign  Grace 

Attends  the  mourner's  prayer ; 
Oh,  may  I  ever  find  access 
To  breathe  my  sorrows  there ! 

5  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still ; 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat — 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 

317.     a  M. 

1  O  Lord,  my  best  desire  fulfil. 

And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health  and  comfort  to  thy  will. 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 

AVliose  love  forbids  my  fears  i 


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Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand, 
That  wipes  away  my  tears? 

3  No,  let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize,  to  thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Thy  favor,  all  my  journey  through, 

Thou  art  engag'd  to  grant ; 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 

5  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way : 

Shall  I  resist  them  both  ? 
A  pool'  blind  creature  of  a  day. 
And  crush'd  before  the  moth  ! 

6  But,  ah  !  m}^  inward  spirit  cries, 

Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway ; 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  my  skies, 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 

318.      L.  M. 

1  Be  still,  my  heart !  these  anxious  cares 
To  thee  are  burdens,  thorns,  and  snares ; 
They  cast  dishonor  on  thy  Lord, 

And  contradict  his  gracious  word. 

2  Brought  safely  by  his  hand  thus  far. 
Why  wilt  thou  now  give  place  to  fear  ? 
How  canst  thou  want  if  he  provide, 
Or  lose  tliy  way  with  such  a  guide  ? 


248  CHRISTIAN 

3  AVlien  fii'st  before  liis  mercy-seat, 
Thou  didst  to  him  thy  all  commit, 
He  gave  thee  warrant  from  that  hour, 
To  trust  his  wisdom,  love,  and  power. 

4  Did  ever  troul)le  yet  befall. 
And  he  refuse  to  hear  thy  call  ? 
And  has  he  not  his  promise  past. 
That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last  ? 

5  Though  rough  and  thorny  be  the  road. 
It  leads  thee  home,  apace,  to  God ; 
Then  count  thy  present  trials  small. 
For  lieaven  will  make  amends  for  all. 


319. 


iS. 


1  Iisr  the  hour  when  thoughts  arise, 
Cloud  the  soul  and  dim  the  eyes. 
If  I,  tempted,  as  forgot, 
Murmur  at  my  lowly  lot, 

Soon  I  l)id  all  doubt  away — 
'Tis  His  hand — what  shall  I  say  ? 

2  In  a  land  where  Satan  reigns, 
Weaving^  nets  and  fors^ins:  chains — 
Where,  wlio  roam  the  fitted  ground. 
Sink,  in  sin's  embraces  bound — 
Rescued,  ere  the  tyrant  slay, 
Though  in  fear — what  shall  I  say  ? 

3  'Tis  his  hand  that  wields  the  rod, 
'Tis  the  chast'ning  of  my  God — 


CONSOLATION".  249 

And  I  hear  bis  voice  of  love 
Whisper  from  the  realms  above ; 
I  bid  hence  all  doubt  away — ■ 
'Tis  his  hand — what  shall  I  say  ? 

320.      L.  M.  6  1. 

Father,  thy  gentle  chastisement 
Falls  kindly  on  my  burden'd  soul ; 

I  see  its  merciful  intent, 

To  warn  me  back  to  thy  control ; 

And  pray,  that  while  I  feel  the  rod, 

I  may  find  perfect  peace  with  God. 

The  errors  of  my  heart  I  know ; 

I  feel  my  deep  infirmities ; 
For  often  virtuous  feelings  glow. 

And  holy  purposes  arise ; 
But  like  the  morning  clouds,  decay. 
As  empty,  though  as  fair  as  they. 

Forgive  the  weakness  I  deplore. 
And  let  thy  peace  abound  in  me ; 

That  I  may  trust  myself  no  more, 
But  wholly  cast  myself  on  thee  ; 

O  let  my  Father's  strength  be  mine. 

And  my  devoted  life  be  thine ! 

321.        7s,  or  8s  and  7s. 
{^Twelfth  Century.^ 

As  the  harp-strings  only  render 

All  their  treasures  of  sweet  sound — 

All  their  music,  glad  or  tender — 
Firmly  struck  and  tightly  bound ; 
11* 


250  CHRISTIAN 

2  So  tlie  hearts  of  Christians  owe 

Each  its  deepest,  sweetest  strain 
To  the  pressure  firm  of  woe, 
And  the  tension  tight  of  pain. 

3  Spices  crush'd,  their  pungence  yield, 

'\  j  Trodden  scents,  their  sweets  respire  ; 

y         Wouhl  you  have  its  strength  reveal'd, 
'  Cast  the  incense  in  the  tire. 

4  Thus  the  crush'd  and  broken  frame 

Oft  doth  sweetest  graces  yield : 
From  the  martyr's  keenest  flame 
Heav'nly  incense  is  distill'd  ! 

322.      C.  M. 

(A.  D.  1C81.) 

1  LoKD,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 

Whether  I  die  or  live  ; 
To  love  and  serve  thee  is  my  share, 
And  this  thy  grace  must  give. 

2  If  life  be  long,  I  will  be  glad 

That  I  may  long  obey ; 
If  short,  yet  why  should  I  be  sad 
To  soar  to  endless  day  ? 

3  Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 

Than  he  went  through  before ; 
For  he  that  to  God's  kingdom  comes, 
Must  enter  by  this  door. 

4  Come,  Lord,  when  grace  has  made  me  meet 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see ; 
Foi'  if  thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet. 
What  will  thy  glory  l)e ! 


CONSOLATION.  251 

5  Then  shall  I  end  my  sad  complaints, 

And  weary,  sinful  days  ; 
And  join  with  the  triumphant  saints 
That  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

6  My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small ; 

The  eye  of  faith  is  dim ; 
But  'tis  enough  that  Christ  knows  all. 
And  I  shall  be  with  him. 


323.      C.  M. 

1  May  I  remember.  Lord,  to  thee 

Whate'er  I  have  I  ow^e ; 
And  l)ack,  in  gratitude,  from  me. 
May  all  thy  bounties  flow. 

2  And  though  thy  wisdom  takes  away — 

Shall  I  arraign  thy  will  ? 
No,  let  me  bless  thy  name,  and  say, 
"  The  Lord  is  gracious  still." 

3  A  pilgrim  through,  the  earth  I  roam, 

Of  nothing  long  possess'd ; 
And  all  must  fail  when  I  go  home — 
For  this  is  not  my  rest. 

4  Write  but  my  name  upon  the  roll 

Of  thy  redeem'd  alcove  ; 
Then,  heart,  and  mind,  and  strength,  and  soul, 
I'll  love  thee  for  thy  love. 


252  CHRISTIAN 


324.     c.  M. 

1  My  God !  tlie  cov'nant  of  tliy  love 

Al)ides  forever  sure ; 
And  ill  its  matcliless  grace  I  feel 
My  happiness  secure. 

2  Since  thou,  the  everlasting  God, 

My  Father  art  become, 
Jesus  my  guardian  and  my  friend, 
And  heaven  my  final  home ; 

3  I  welcome  all  thy  sov'reign  will, 

For  all  that  will  is  love ; 
And  when  I  know  not  what  thou  dost, 
I  wait  the  light  above. 

4  Thy  cov'nant  in  the  darkest  gloom 

Shall  heav'nly  rays  impart, 
And  when  my  eyelids  close  in  death. 
Sustain  my  fainting  heart. 


325.      L.  M. 

TiiY  will  be  done !  I  will  not  fear 
The  fate  provided  by  thy  love ; 

Tho'  clouds  and  darkness  shroud  me  here, 
I  know  that  all  is  bright  above. 

The  stars  of  heaven  are  shining  on, 

Tho'  these  frail  eyes  are  dimm'd  with  tears ; 

The  hopes  of  earth  indeed  are  gone. 
But  are  not  ours  th'  immortal  years  ? 


CONSOLATION.  258 

3  Father !  forgive  the  heart  that  clings, 

Thus  trembling,  to  the  things  of  time ; 
And  bid  my  soul,  on  angel  wings, 
Ascend  into  a  purer  clime. 

4  There  shall  no  doubts  disturb  its  trust, 

No  sorrows  dim  celestial  love ; 
But  these  afflictions  of  the  dust. 
Like  shadows  of  the  night,  remove. 

5  Ev'n  now,  above,  there's  radiant  day. 

While  clouds  and  darkness  brood  below ; 
Then,  Father,  joyful  on  my  way 
To  drink  the  bitter  cup  I  go. 

326.      C.  M. 

1  O  THOU  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear, 

How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If,  pierced  by  sins  and  sorrows  here, 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee. 

2  But  thou  wilt  heal  that  broken  heart, 

Which,  like  the  plants  that  throw 
Their  fragrance  from  the  wounded  part. 
Breathes  sweetness  out  of  woe. 

3  When  joy  no  longer  soothes  or  cheers. 

And  ev'n  the  hope  that  threw 
A  moment's  sparkle  o'er  our  tears. 
Is  dimm'd  and  vanish'd  too : 

4  Oh,  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom. 

Did  not  thy  wing  of  love 
Come  brightly  wafting  through  the  gloom 
Our  peace-branch  from  above  ? 


254:  CHRISTIAN 

5  Then  sorrow,  touch'd  by  tliee,  grows  bright 
With  more  than  rapture's  ray ; 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light, 
We  never  saw  by  day. 

327.  L.  M. 

1  My  God,  I  thank  thee !  may  no  thought 

E'er  deem  thy  chastisement  severe ; 

But  may  this  heart,  by  sorrow  taught. 

Calm  each  wild  wish,  each  idle  tear. 

2  Thy  mercy  bids  all  nature  bloom ; 

The  sun  shines  bright,  and  man  is  gay ; 
Thine  equal  mercy  spreads  the  gloom 
That  darkens  o'er  his  little  day. 

3  Full  many  a  tlirob  of  grief  and  pain 

Thy  frail  and  erring  child  must  know ; 
But  not  one  prayer  is  breath'd  in  vain. 
Nor  does  one  tear  unheeded  flow. 

4  Thy  various  messengers  employ: 

Thy  purposes  of  love  fuliill ; 
And,  'mid  the  wreck  of  human  joy. 
May  kneeling  faith  adore  thy  will ! 

328.  C.  M. 

1  The  broken  ties  of  happier  days, 

How  often  do  they  seem 
To  come  before  our  mental  gaze, 

Like  a  remember'd  dream  ! 
Around  us  each  dissever'd  chain 

In  sparkling  ruin  lies. 


CONSOLATION.  255 

And  earthly  hand  can  ne'er  again 
Unite  those  broken  ties. 

2  Oh,  who,  in  such  a  worhl  as  this, 

Couhl  bear  their  k)t  of  pain. 
Did  not  one  radiant  hope  of  bliss 

Unclouded  yet  remain  ? 
That  hope  the  sov'reign  Lord  has  given, 

Who  reigns  above  the  skies ; 
Hope,  that  unites  our  souls  to  heaven. 

By  faith's  endearing  ties. 

3  Each  care,  each  ill  of  mortal  birth, 

Is  sent  in  pitying  love 
To  lift  the  ling'ring  heart  from  earth, 

And  speed  its  flight  above. 
And  ev'ry  pang  that  wrings  the  breast, 

And  ev'ry  joy  that  dies, 
Tells  us  to  seek  a  purer  rest, 

And  trust  to  holier  ties. 

329.      L.  M. 

1  On,  deem  not  they  are  blest  alone. 

Whose  lives  a  peaceful  tenor  keep ; 
For  God,  who  pities  man,  hath  shown 
A  blessing  for  the  eyes  that  weep. 

2  The  lio-ht  of  smiles  shall  fill  ao-ain 

o  o 

The  lids  that  overflow  with  tears ; 
And  weary  hours  of  woe  and  pain 
Are  promises  of  happier  years. 

3  There  is  a  day  of  sunny  rest 

For  ev'ry  dark  and  troubled  night ; 


256  CHRISTIAN 

And  grief  may  bide  an  ev'ning  guest, 
But  joy  sliall  come  with  early  light. 

4  And  thou,  who  o'er  thy  friend's  low  bier 

Sheddest  the  Ijitter  drops  like  rain, 
Ho|)e  that  a  brighter,  happier  sphere, 
Will  give  him  to  thy  arms  again. 

5  Nor  let  the  good  man's  trust  depart. 

Though  life  its  common  gifts  deny — 

Though,  with  a  pierc'd  and  brok(m  heart, 

And  spurn'd  of  men,  he  goes  to  die. 

6  For  God  has  mark'd  each  sorrowing  day, 

And  numl)er'd  every  seci'et  tear : 
And  heaven's  long  age  of  bliss  shall  pay 
For  all  his  chiklren  suffer  here. 


330.       L.  M. 

1  I  CAST  aT)ove  my  tearful  eyes, 
And  muse  up<m  the  stairy  skies: 

I  think  that  He,  who  governs  there, 
Still  keeps  me  in  his  guardian  care. 

2  I  gaze  upon  the  op'ning  flower. 

Just  moisten'd  with  the  evening  shower ; 
And  bless  the  love  which  made  it  bloom, 
To  chase  away  my  transient  gloom. 

3  I  think,  whene'er  this  mortal  frame 
Returns  again  from  whence  it  came  : 
My  soul  shall  wing  its  hap])y  flight 
To  regions  of  eternal  light ! 


CONSOLATION. 


331.      c.  M. 


1  There  is  a  star  that  gilds  the  gloom, 

When  life's  frail  bands  are  riven  ; 
There  is,  beyond  the  welcome  tomb, 
The  hope  of  bliss  in  heaven ! 

2  For  you,  who,  all  life's  devious  way, 

Improve  the  mercy  given  ; — 
Foi-  you  shall  glow,  with  brightest  ray, 
The  hope  of  bliss  in  heaven  ! 

3  Ye  who  but  raise  the  suppliant  eye 

In  the  Eedeemer's  name  ; 
To  you  his  promis'd  grace  is  nigh. 
And  you  this  hope  may  claim. 

4  Then,  while  on  hfe's  tempestuous  sea 

By  adverse  storms  we'i-e  driven  ; 
May  Faith  and  Hope  exulting  see 
The  star  of  bliss  in  heaven  ! 


332.      L.M. 

1  WiiEN  heavy  on  this  troubled  breast, 

O'erwhelm'd  with  burdens  none  could  share, 
A  thousand  anxious  cares  have  pressed, 
And  sought  to  make  their  dwelling  there  : 

2  I've  borne  the  l)urden  to  His  throne, 

I've  told  Him  all  my  tale  of  grief ; 
Nor  did  He  e'er  my  claim  disown. 
Or  fail  to  yield  me  prompt  relief. 


258  CHRISTIAN. 

3  And  soon  these  scenes  of  time  sliall  fade, 

And  all  of  life  be  past  to  me : 
'^\^Q liresent — death's  funereal  shade; 
The fatiire — all  Eternity! 

4  Eternity — that  boundless  sea — 

That  dark,  nnfathomed,  dread  abyss — 
By  faith  in  Christ,  shall  pi-ov-e  to  me 
One  vast  Eternity  of  bliss  ! 

333.      lOs. 

1  TiiEEE  is  a  calm  the  poor  in  spirit  know, 
That  softens  sorrow,  and  that  sweetens  woe : 
There  is  a  peace  that  dwells  within  the  l)i"east, 
When  all  without  is  stormy  and  distressM. 

2  There  is  a  light  that  gilds  the  darkest  houi-, 
When  dangers  thicken,  and  when  tempests 

lower : 
That  calm,  that  peace,  to  love  and  faith  are 

given — 
That  light  shines  down  to  man  direct  from 

heaven. 


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THE  CHURCH  AND  ITS  ORDINANCES. 

334.      c.  M. 

1  Iis^  the  waste  howling  wilderness 

The  Church  is  wandering  still : 
But  yet  her  faithful  children  press 
Onward  to  Zion's  hill. 

2  And  full  before  us,  all  the  while, 

The  shadowing  pillar  stays. 
The  living  waters  brightly  smile, 
Th'  eternal  turrets  blaze. 

3  And  heaven  is  raining  angels'  bread, 

To  be  our  daily  food  : 
And  fi'esh,  as  when  it  first  was  shed, 
Springs  forth  the  Saviour's  blood. 

4  From  every  region,  race,  and  speech, 

Believino-  souls  shall  throns: : 
Till,  far  as  sin  and  sorrow  reach. 
Thy  grace  is  spread  along  : 

5  Till  sweetest  nature,  brightest  art, 

Their  votive  incense  bring ; 
And  every  voice  and  every  heart. 
Shall  own  their  God  and  Kins: ! 


'fc3 


335.      c.  M. 

1   On,  where  are  kings  and  empires  now, 
Of  old  that  went  and  came  ? 


260  THE   CHURCH. 

But,  Lord,  thy  Church  is  praying  yet — 
A  thousand  years  the  same. 

2  Mark  ye  her  holy  battlements; 

And  her  foundations  strong  : 
And  hear  within,  the  solemn  voice, 
And  the  unending  song. 

3  For  not  like  kingdoms  of  the  world 

The  holy  Church  of  God : 
Though  earthquake  shocks  are  threat'ning  her, 
And  tempests  are  abroad — 

4  Unshaken  as  eternal  hills, 

Unmovable  she  stands : 
A  mountain  that  shall  fill  the  earth — 
A  house  not  made  by  hands. 


336.      C.    M. 

Fair  as  the  moon,  when  in  the  skies 
Serene  her  thi'one  she  guides, 

And  o'er  the  twinkling  stars  supreme, 
In  full-orl  )V1  glory  rides : 

Clear  as  the  sun,  when  from  the  east 

Without  a  cloud  he  springs, 
And  scatters  l)()undless  light  and  heat 

From  his  resplendent  wings  : 

Tremendous  as  a  host  that, moves 

Majestically  slow, 
Witli  banners  Avide  displayed,  all  armed, 

All  ardent  for  the  foe : 


THE   CHURCH.  2(31 

4  Tliis  is  the  Cliiircli  by  heaven  array'd 
With  strength  and  grace  divine ; 
Thus  shall  she  strike  her  foes  with  dread, 
And  thus  her  glories  shine. 

337.       C.  M. 

Psalm  xlvi. 

1  What  though  the  solid  rocks  be  rent,    . 

In  tempests  whirlVl  away : 
What  though  the  hills  shall  burst  their  roots. 
And  roll  into  the  sea : 

2  Thou  sea,  with  dreadful  tumults,  swell 

And  bid  thy  waters  rise 
In  furious  surges,  till  they  dash 
The  flood-gates  of  the  skies ; 

3  Our  minds  shall  be  serene  and  calm. 

Like  Siloah's  peaceful  flood  ; 
Whose  soft  and  silver  streams  refresh 
The  city  of  our  God. 

4  With  wonder,  see  what  mighty  power 

Our  sacred  Zion  cheers ; 
Lo  !  there  amid  her  stately  walls. 
Her  God — her  God  appears ! 

5  Hither,  ye  numerous  nations  crowd, 

In  silent  rapture  stand, 
And  see  o'er  all  the  earth  display'd 
The  wonders  of  his  hand. 

6  He  bids  the  din  of  war  be  still. 

And  all  its  tumults  cease ; 


262  THE   CnURCH. 

He  bids  tlie  guiltless  trumpet  sound 
The  harmony  of  peace. 

7  O,  hear  ye,  then,  his  awful  voice — 
"  Be  still,  and  know  the  Lord ; 
By  all  the  heathen  I'll  be  feared, 
By  all  the  earth  ador'd !" 


338.       83  and  7s. 
Psalm  Ixxxvii. 

1  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God  ! 
He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 

Form'd  thee  for  his  own  abode : 
On  the  rock  of  ages  founded — 

AVhat  can  shake  thy  sure  i-epose  ? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded. 

Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters. 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove : 
Who  can  faint,  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows,  their  thirst  t'  assuage  ? 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 

Never  fails,  from  age  to  age. 

3  Kound  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear ! 
For  a  glory  and  a  coveiing, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near : 


THE   CHUECH.  263 

Glorious  tilings  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God ! 
lie  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 

Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode. 

339.       10s. 

1  Rise,  crown'd  with  light,  imperial  Salem,  rise ! 
Exalt  thy  towering  head,  and  lift  thine  eyes  ; 
See  heaven  its  sparkling  portals  wide  disphiy, 
And  break  upon  thee  in  a  flood  of  day. 

2  See  a  long  race  thy  spacious  courts  adorn. 
See  future  sons,  and  daughters  yet  unborn, 
In  crowding  ranks  on  every  side  arise. 
Demanding  life,  impatient  for  the  skies ! 

3  See  barbai'ous  nations  at  thy  gates  attend. 
Walk  in  thy  light,  and  in  thy  temple  bend  ; 
See  thy  l^right  altars  throng'd  with  prostrate 

kings. 
While  ev'ry  land  its  joyous  tribute  brings. 

4  The  seas  shall  waste,  the  skies  in  smoke  decay. 
Hocks  fall  to  dust,  and  mountains  melt  away: 
But  fix'd  his  word,  his  saving  power  remains ; 
Thy  realm  shall  last,  thy  own  Messiah  reigns. 

340.      s.  M. 

1  O  CEASE,  my  wandering  soul, 
On  restless  wing  to  roam ; 
All  this  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home ! 


264  THE   CHURCH. 

2  Behold  the  ark  of  God ; 

Behold  the  open  door ; 
O  haste  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more ! 

3  There  safe  thou  shalt  abide. 

There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest ; 
And  every  longing  satisfied. 
With  full  salvation  blest ! 


341.      7s. 

People  of  the  living  God, 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod. 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found ; 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 

Turns,  a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 

O,  receive  me  into  rest ! 

Lonely,  I  no  longer  roam. 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home. 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave  : 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore  ; 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more ; 

Every  idol  I  resign. 


THE   CHURCH.  265 

342.  c.  M. 

Psalm  cxvi. 

1  Eeturn,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest, 

From  God  no  longer  roam  ; 
His  hand  liath  bountifully  blest, 
His  goodness  call'd  thee  home. 

2  What  shall  I  render  unto  thee, 

My  Saviour  in  distress. 
For  all  thy  benefits  to  me, 
So  great  and  numberless  ? 

3  This  will  I  do,  for  thy  love's  sake. 

And  thus  thy  power  proclaim ; 
The  sacramental  cup  I'll  take. 
And  call  upon  thy  name. 

4  Thou  God  of  covenanted  grace. 

Hear  and  record  my  vow. 
While  in  thy  courts  I  seek  thy  face, 
And  at  thine  altar  bow : 

5  Henceforth  to  thee  myself  I  give ; 

With  single  heart  and  eye. 
To  walk  before  thee  while  I  live. 
And  bless  thee  when  I  die. 

343.  c.  M. 

1  My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day, 
And  make  it  always  thine, 
That  I  from  thee  no  more  may  stray. 
No  more  from  thee  decline. 
12 


266  THE   CHURCH. 

2  Before  the  cross  of  Hira  who  died, 

Behohi  I  prostrate  fall : 

Let  every  sin  be  crucified, 

Let  Christ  be  all  in  all. 

3  Anoint  me  with  thy  heavenly  grace. 

Adopt  me  for  thine  own, 
That  I  may  see  thy  glorious  face, 
And  worship  at  thy  throne. 

4  May  the  dear  blood  once  shed  for  me, 

My  blest  atonement  prove. 

That  I  from  first  to  last  may  be 

The  purchase  of  thy  love. 

5  Let  ev'ry  thought,  and  work,  and  word. 

To  thee  be  ever  given ; 
Then  life  shall  be  thy  service.  Lord, 
And  death  the  gate  of  heaven. 

344.     L.  M. 

1  O  HAPPY  day,  that  fixVl  my  choice 

On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  O  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 

To  him  who  merits  all  my  love ; 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house. 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done,  the  great  transaction's  done. 

Deign,  gracious  Lord,  to  make  me  thine 
Help  me,  thi-ough  grace,  to  follow  on. 
Glad  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 


THE   CHURCH.  267 

4  Now  1-est,  my  long-divided  heart, 

Fix'd  on  thy  God,  thy  Saviour,  rest ; 
Who  with  the  world  would  grieve  to  part 
When  call'd  on  angels'  bread  to  feast  'i 

5  High  heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow  renew'd  shall  daily  hear. 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow. 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 


345.     s.  M. 

Psalm  cxxxvii. 

1  I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

The  house  of  thine  abode. 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  If  e'er  to  l)less  thy  sons 

My  voice  or  hands  deny. 
These  hands  let  useful  skill  forsake, 
This  voice  in  silence  die. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall, 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given. 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways. 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Jesus,  thou  friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 


268  THE   CHURCH. 

Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe  • 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

6  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 
To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

346.  L.  M. 

1  The  Saviour,  when  to  heaven  he  rose 
In  glorious  triumph  o'er  our  foes, 
Scatter'd  his  gifts  on  men  below, 
And  wide  his  royal  bounties  flow. 

2  Hence  sprung  th'  apostles'  honor'd  name. 
Sacred  beyond  heroic  fame : 

In  lowlier  forms,  to  bless  our  eyes, 
Pastors  from  hence,  and  teachers  rise. 

3  So  shall  the  bright  succession  run 
Through  the  last  courses  of  the  sun  ; 
While  unborn  churches,  by  their  care. 
Shall  rise  and  flourish,  large  and  fair. 

4  Jesus,  our  Lord,  their  hearts  shall  know, 
The  spring  whence  all  these  blessings  flow ; 
Pastors  and  people  shout  his  praise. 
Through  the  long  round  of  endless  days. 

347.  c.  M. 

1  Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake. 
And  take  th'  alarm  they  give ; 
Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God 
Their  solemn  charge  receive. 


BAPTISM.  269 

2  'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import, 

The  pastor's  care  demands ; 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 
And  fill'd  a  Saviour's  hands. 

3  They  watch  for  those  for  whom  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego ; 
For  souls,  that  must  forever  live 
In  raj^ture,  or  in  wo. 

4  May  they  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach 

Their  own  Redeemer  see  ! 
And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls. 
That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 

348.       C.  M. 

1  See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand. 

With  all-engaging  charms ; 
Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 

2  "  Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 

"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee  ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine. 
Thine  let  our  children  be. 


270  THE   CHURCH. 

349.       L.  M. 

1  Dear  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should  stray, 

From  thy  secure  enclosure's  bound. 
And,  lured  by  worldly  joys  away. 

Among  the  thoughtless  crowd  be  found- 

2  Remember  still  that  they  are  thine, 

That  thy  dear  sacred  Name  they  bear, 
Think  that  the  seal  of  love  divine, 

The  sign  of  cov'nant  grace  they  wear. 

3  In  all  their  erring,  sinful  years, 

Oh,  let  them  ne'er  forgotten  be ; 
Kemember  all  the  pray'rs  and  tears. 
Which  made  them  consecrate  to  thee. 

4  And  when  these  lips  no  more  can  pray, 

Tliese  eyes  can  weep  for  them  no  more, 
Turn  thou  their  feet  from  folly's  way, 
The  wand'rers  to  thy  fold  restore. 


350.     CM. 

1  If  human  kindness  meets  return, 

And  owns  the  grateful  tie  ; 
If  tender  thou2:hts  wdthin  us  burn, 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh : 

2  O  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  grgititude  we  owe 
To  Him  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell, 
Our  more  than  orphan's  woe  ! 


THE  lord's  supper.  271 

3  While  yet  his  anguish'd  soul  surveyed 

Those  pangs  he  would  not  flee ; 
What  love  his  latest  words  displayed, — 
"  Meet  and  remember  me  !" 

4  Eemember  thee  !  thy  death,  thy  shame, 

Our  sinful  hearts  to  share ! 
O  memory,  leave  no  other  name 
But  his  recorded  there. 

351.       9s  and  8s. 

1  Bread  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken  ! 

Wine  of  the  soul,  in  mercy  shed  ; 
By  whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken. 
And  in  whose  death  our  sins  are  dead ! 

2  Look  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken. 

Look  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed ! 
And  be  thy  feast  to  us  the  token. 
That  by  thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed. 

352.      C.  M. 

1  According  to  thy  gracious  word, 

In  meek  humility. 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 
I  will  remember  thee. 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake. 

My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be ; 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take. 
And  thus  remember  thee. 

3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget  ? 

Or  there  thy  conflict  see, 


272  THE   CHUECH. 

Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 
And  not  remember  thee  ? 

4  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 
O  Lamb  of  Grod,  my  sacrifice  ! 
I  must  remember  thee : — 

5  Remember  thee,  and  all  thy  pains, 

And  all  thy  love  to  me ; 
Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains. 
Will  I  remember  thee. 

6  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 

And  mind  and  memory  flee, 
When  thou  shalt  in  thy  kingdom  come, 
Jesus,  remember  me. 


353. 


7s. 


1  Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend, 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

2  Truly  blessed  is  this  station. 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie  ; 

While  I  see  divine  compassion 

Beaming  in  his  gracious  eye. 

3  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  his  feet  I  bathe ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  al)iding. 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 


THE  loed's  supper.  273 

4  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 
While  upon  the  cross  I  gaze  : 
Love  I  much  ?  I'm  much  forgiven  ; 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

OOi.      7s  and  6s.     Trochaic. 

1  Lamb  of  God  !  whose  bleeding  love 

We  now  recall  to  mind, 
Send  the  answer  from  above. 

And  let  us  mercy  find  ; 
Think  on  us,  who  think  on  thee. 

Every  burden'd  soul  release  ;         . 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

2  By  thine  agonizing  pain. 

And  bloody  sweat,  we  pray, 
By  thy  dying  love  to  man. 

Take  all  our  sins  away ; 
Burst  our  bonds  and  set  us  free. 

From  all  sin  do  thou  release ; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 

3  Let  thy  blood,  by  faith  applied, 

The  sinner's  pardon  seal ; 
Own  us  freely  justified. 

And  all  our  sickness  heal ; 
By  thy  passion  on  the  tree. 

Let  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease, 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace ! 
12* 


27-i  DIFFUSION   OF   THE   GOSPEL. 

355.     c.  M. 

1  To  Him  who  loved  the  souls  of  men, 

And  washed  us  in  his  blood, 
To  royal  honors  raised  our  head. 
And  made  us  priests  to  God — 

2  To  Him  let  every  tongue  be  praise, 

And  every  heart  be  love ; 
All  grateful  honors  paid  on  earth, 
And  nobler  songs  above  ! 


DIFFUSION   OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

356.      7s  and  6s.     Iambic. 
Psalm  Ixxii. 

1  Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 

Great  David's  greater  Son  ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reio;n  on  earth  beorun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free ; 
To  take  away  ti-ansgression. 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes,  with  succor  speedy, 

To  those  who  suiter  wrong ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy. 
And  bid  the  weak  be  strons: ; 

•  •  • 

To  give  them  songs  for  sighing. 
Their  darkness  turn  to  light. 


DIFFUSION   OF   THE   GOSPEL.  275 

Whose  souls,  condemn'd  and  dying, 
Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

3  He  shall  come  down,  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth  ; 
And  love,  joy,  hope,  like  flowers. 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth  ; 
Before  him,  on  the  mountains. 

Shall  peace  the  herald  go ; 
And  righteousness  in  fountains 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

4  Kings  shall  fiiU  down  before  him. 

And  gold  and  incense  bring ; 
All  nations  shall  adore  him, 

His  praise  all  people  sing : 
For  he  shall  have  dominion 

O'er  river,  sea,  and  shore. 
Far  as  the  eagle's  pinion 

Or  dove's  light  wing  can  soar. 

5  For  him  shall  prayer  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows  ascend ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end : 
The  mountain-dews  shall  nourish 

A  seed  in  weakness  sown. 
Whose  fruit  shall  spread  and  flourish, 

And  shake  like  Lebanon. 

6  O'er  every  foe  victorious. 

He  on  his  throne  shall  rest, 
From  age  to  age  more  glorious, 
All-blessing  and  all-blest : 


276  DIFFUSION   OF  THE   GOSPEL. 

The  tide  of  time  shall  never 


His  covenant  remove 


His  name  shall  stand  forever : 
That  name  to  us  is — Love. 


357.     c.  M. 

1  O'ee  mountain  tops,  the  mount  of  God, 

In  latter  days,  shall  rise 
Above  the  summit  of  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round. 

All  tribes  and  tongues,  shall  flow ; 
Up  to  the  mount  of  God,  they  say, 
And  to  his  house  we'll  go. 

3  The  beams  that  shine  from  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land  ; 
The  king  who  reigns  in  Salem's  towers, 
Shall  the  whole  world  command. 

4  No  war  shall  rage,  no  hostile  feuds 

Disturb  those  peaceful  years ; 
To  ploughshares  men  shall  beat  their  swords, 
To  pruning-hooks  their  spears. 

5  No  longer  hosts  encount'ring  hosts 

Their  millions  slain  deplore  ; 
They  hang  the  trumpet  in  the  hall, 
And  study  war  no  more. 

6  Come,  then,  O  come  from  every  land, 

And  worship  at  his  shrine  ; 
And,  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  beauties  shine  ! 


DIFFUSION  OF  THE  GOSPEL.  277 

358.  L.M.  61. 

As  tlie  good  sliepherd  tends  his  care, 
Seeks  freshest  pasture,  purest  air, 
Explores  the  lost,  the  stray  directs, 
By  day  o'ersees,  hj  night  protects  ; 
Thus  shall  mankind  Thy  care  engage. 
Deliverer  of  the  future  age  ! 

2  Nations  no  more  'gainst  nations  rise, 
Nor  warriors  meet  with  hateful  eyes. 
Nor  fields  with  steel  are  cover'd  o'er ; 
The  trumpets  kindle  rage  no  more ; 
Peace  o'er  the  world  her  reign  extends, 
And  Innocence  from  heaven  descends. 

359.  8s,  7s  and  4. 

1  O'er  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness 

Let  the  eye  of  pity  gaze ; 
See  the  thronging,  wandering  nations, 
Lost  in  sin's  bewildering  maze : 

Darkness  bi'oodnig 
On  the  face  of  all  the  earth. 

2  Lio-ht  of  them  that  sit  in  darkness ! 

Rise  and  shine,  thy  blessings  bring ; 
Light  to  lighten  all  the  Gentiles ! 
Rise  with  healing  in  thy  wing ; 

To  thy  brightness 
Let  all  kings  and  nations  come. 

a  Thou,  to  whom  all  power  is  given. 
Speak  the  word ;  at  thy  command. 


278  DIFFUSION   OF   THE   GOSPEL. 

Let  tlie  company  of  preachers 

Spread  thy  name  from  land  to  laud ; 

Lord,  be  with  them, 
Always,  till  time's  latest  end. 

360.        8s,  7s  and  4. 

1  See,  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain 

Streams  of  living  water  flow ; 
God  has  opened  there  a  fountain 
That  supplies  the  world  below : 

They  are  blessed 
Who  its  sovereign  virtues  know. 

2  Through  ten  thousand  channels  flowing, 

Streams  of  mercy  find  their  way ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  joy  bestowing. 
Waking  beauty  from  decay : 

O  ye  nations. 
Hail  the  long-exj^ected  day. 

3  Gladdened  by  the  flowing  treasure, 

All-enriching  as  it  goes, 
Lo !  the  desert  smiles  with  pleasure, 
Buds  and  blossoms  as  the  rose : 

Lo !  the  desert 
Sings  for  joy,  where'er  it  flows. 

361.     C.  M. 

1  Spirit  of  power  and  might !  behold 
A  world  by  sin  destroyed : 
Creator  Spirit,  as  of  old. 
Move  on  the  formless  void. 


DIFFUSION   OF   THE   GOSPEL.  279 

2  Give  tliou  the  word  :  that  healins^  sound 

Shall  quell  the  deadly  strife, 
And  eai'th  again,  like  Eden  crown'd, 
Bring  forth  the  Tree  of  Life. 

3  If  sang  the  morning  stars  for  joy, 

When  nature  rose  to  view, 
What  strains  will  angel-harps  employ, 
When  thou  shalt  all  renew  ! 


oi)Z.    7s  and  6s.      Iambic, 

1  Feom  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand. 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from,  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle. 
Though  ev'ry  prospect  pleases. 

And  only  man  is  vile  ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 
The  lamp  of  life  deny? 


280  DIFFUSION    OF   THE    GOSPEL. 

Salvation  !  O  Salvation ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story. 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll. 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory. 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole : 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature. 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, — 
Redeemer !  King  !  Creator ! — 

In  bliss  returns  to  reii:i:n. 


363.      8s,  7s  and  4. 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze  ; 

All  the  promises  do  travail 
With  a  glorious  day  of  grace : 

Blessed  jubilee  ! — 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn. 

Kingdoms  wide,  that  sit  in  darkness, 
Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light: 

And  from  eastern  coast  to  western. 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night; 

And  redem])tion, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 


DIFFUSION   OF  THE   GOSPEL.  .      2S1 


364.     L.  M. 

1  O  Spirit  of  the  living  God  ! 

In  all  thy  plenitude  of  grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 

2  Give  tongues  of  fire  and  hearts  of  love. 

To  pi'each  the  reconciling  Word : 
Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
Whene'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  thy  coming,  light ; 

Confusion,  order,  in  thy  path ; 
Souls  without  strength,  inspire  with  might ; 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

4  Baptize  the  nations  !  far  and  nigh 

The  triumphs  of  the  Cross  record : 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify. 

Till  every  kindred  call  him  Lord ! 

5  God  from  eternity  hath  willed 

All  flesh  shall  his  salvation  see : 
So  be  the  Father's  love  fulfilled, — 

The  Saviour's  suff 'ring's  crown'd  thro'  thee  ! 


365.     C.  M. 

Daughter  of  Zion  !  from  the  dust 

Exalt  thy  fallen  head : 
Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust ; 

He  calls  thee  from  the  dead! 


282       .  DIFFUSION    OF   THE    GOSPEL. 

2  Awake  !  awake  !  put  on  thy  strength. 
Thy  beautiful  array : 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length — 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

0  Rebuild  thy  walls,  tliy  bounds  enlarge — 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth : 
Say  to  the  south,   "  Give  up  thy  charge — 
And  keep  not  back,  O  north !" 

4  They  come,  they  come  :  thine  exiled  bands, 
Where'er  they  rest  or  roam. 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands. 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

366.      L.  M. 

1  Why,  on  the  bending  willows  hung, 

Israel,  still  sleeps  thy  tuneful  string  ? — 
Still  mute  remains  thy  sullen  tongue, 
And  Zion's  song  denies  to  sing  ? 

2  Awake  ! — thy  sweetest  raptures  raise  ; 

Let  harp  and  voice  unite  their  strains : 
Thy  promised  King  his  sceptre  sways ; 
Jesus,  thine  own  Messiah,  reigns ! 

3  No  taunting  foes  the  song  require : 

No  strangers  mock  thy  captive  chain : 
But  friends  provoke  the  silent  lyre. 
And  brethren  ask  the  holy  strain. 

4  Nor  fear  thy  Salem's  hills  to  wrong. 

If  other  lands  thy  triumph  share : 
A  heavenly  city  claims  thy  song ; 
A  ln'ii>:hter  Salem  rises  there. 


DIFFUSION   OF   THE   GOSPEL.  283 

5  By  foreign  streams  no  longer  roam, 

Nor,  weeping,  think  of  Jordan's  flood  : 
In  every  clime  behold  a  home. 
In  every  temj^le  see  thy  God. 

367.        lis. 

1  Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness  ! 

Awake !  for  thy  foes  shall  oj^jDress  thee  no 

more  : 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of 

gladness  ; 
Arise  !  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er ! 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes,  but  the  arm  that  sub- 

dued them 
And  scatter'd  their  legions  was  mightier  far : 
They  fled  like  the  chaft'  from  the  scourge  that 

j^ursued  them  ; 
Vain  were  their  steeds  and  chariots  of  war. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion,  the  power  that  hath  saved 

thee, 
Extoll'd  with  the  harp  and   the  timbrel 

should  be : 
Shout !  for  the  foe  is  destroy'd  that  enslav'd 

thee ; 
The  oppressor  is  vanquish'd,  and  Zion  is 

free ! 


284  DIFFUSION   OF   THE   GOSPEL. 

368.       lis  and  10s. 

1  Hail  to  the  brigbtness  of  Zion's  glad  morning ; 

Joy  to  the  hinds  that  in  darkness  have  Liiii ; 
Hnsh'd  be  the  accents  of  sorrow  and  mourning; 
Zion  in  triumph  begins  her  mikl  i-eign. 

2  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning, 

Long  by  the  prophets  of  Israel  foretold ; 
Hail  to  the  millions  from  bondage  returning; 
Gentiles  and  Jews  the  blest  vision  behold. 

3  Lo,  in  the  desert  rich  flowers  arc  springing ; 

Streams  ever  copious  are  gliding  along ; 
Loud   from    the   mountain-toj^s    echoes    are 
ringing ; 
Wastes  rise  in  verdure,  and  mingle  in  song. 

4  See  from  all  lands,  from  the  isles  of  the  ocean. 

Praise  to  Jehovah  ascending  on  high  ; 
Fall'n  are  the  engines  of  war  and  commotion, 
Shouts  of  salvation  are  rending  the  sky. 


369.      7s. 

1  Hark  !  the  Song  of  Jubilee, 

Loud — as  mighty  thunders'  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea. 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore. 

2  Hallelujah !  hark !  tlie  sound. 

From  the  depths  unto  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 
All  creation's  harmonies  ! 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS.  285 

3  See  Jehovah's  banner  furled, 

Sheathed  his  sword  !  He  speaks — 'tis  done, 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  worhl 
Are  the  kingdom  of  his  Son. 

4  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway : 
He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll, 
Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away ! 

5  Then  the  end — beneath  his  rod, 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall : 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 
God  in  Christ,  is  All  in  All. 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 
370.     L.  M. 

For  Children. 

1  SuN",  moon,  and  stars,  by  day  and  night, 
At  God's  commandment,  give  us  light. 
And  when  we  wake,  and  while  we  sleep, 
Their  watch,  Hke  guardian  angels,  keep. 

2  The  bright  blue  sky  above  our  head. 
The  soft  green  earth  on  which  we  tread. 
The  ocean  rolling  round  the  land. 
Were  made  by  God's  almighty  hand. 

3  Sweet  flowers,  that  hill  and  dale  adorn. 
Fair  fruit  trees,  fields  of  grass,  and  corn. 


286  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

The  clouds  tliat  rise,  the  showers  that  fall, 
The  wiiids  that  blow — God  sends  them  all. 

4  The  beasts  that  graze  with  downward  eye, 
The  birds  that  perch,  and  sing,  and  fly, 
The  fishes  swimming  in  the  sea, 

God's  creatures  are  as  well  as  we. 

5  But  us  he  form'd  for  better  things — 
As  servants  of  the  King  of  kings. 
With  lifted  hands,  and  open  face, 
And  thankful  hearts,  to  seek  his  grace. 

6  Thus  God  lov'd  man — and  more  than  thus- 
He  sent  his  Son  to  die  for  us, 

And  now  invites  us,  when  we  die. 
To  come  and  live  with  him  on  his^h. 


o 


Y  But  Ave  must  live  to  him  below. 
For  none  but  such  to  heaven  will  go ; 
Lord  Jesus  !  hear  our  humble  prayer, 
And  lead  the  little  children  there. 


371.     L.  M. 

1  Father  of  all !  my  Father,  too ! 

O  make  me  good,  and  just,  and  true ; 
Make  me  delight  to  learn  thy  word. 
And  love  to  pray  and  praise  the  Lord ! 

2  O  may  thy  gracious  presence  bless 

And  guard  my  childhood's  lielplessness — 

Be  with  me  as  I  grow  in  years. 

And  guide  me  through  this  vale  of  tears. 


CHILDHOOD. 


372.  C.    M. 


287 


1  How  glorious  is  our  heavenly  King, 

Who  reigns  above  the  sky  ! 
How  shall  a  child  presume  to  sing 
His  dreadful  majesty  ? 

2  How  great  his  power  is,  none  can  tell, 

Nor  think  how  large  his  grace ; 
Not  men  below,  nor  saints  that  dwell 
On  high  before  his  face. 

3  Not  angels  that  stand  round  the  Lord 

Can  search  his  secret  will ; 
But  they  perform  his  holy  word. 
And  sing  his  praises  still. 

4  Then  let  me  join  this  heavenly  train, 

And  my  first  offerings  bring ; 
Th'  eternal  God  will  not  disdain 
To  hear  an  infant  sing. 

5  My  heart  resolves,  my  tongue  obeys. 

And  angels  shall  rejoice 
To  hear  their  mighty  Maker's  praise 
Sound  from  a  feeble  voice. 

373.       L.  M. 

1  LoED,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 
A  whole  assembly  worship  thee : 
At  once  they  sing,  at  once  they  pray  ; 
They  hear  of  heaven,  and  learn  the  way. 


288  SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 

2  I  have  been  there,  and  still  would  go, 
'Tis  like  a  little  heaven  below  : 

Not  all  that  earth  and  sin  can  say, 
Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  that  day. 

3  O  write  upon  my  memory,  Lord, 
The  text  and  doctrine  of  thy  Word  : 
That  I  may  break  thy  laws  no  more. 
But  love  thee  better  than  before. 

4  With  thoughts  of  Christ  and  things  divine, 
Fill  up  this  sinful  heart  of  mine  : 

That,  tioping  pardon  through  his  blood, 
I  may  lie  down  and  wake  with  God  ! 

374.      c.  M. 

1  How  long,  sometimes,  a  day  appears ! 

And  weeks,  how  long  are  they  ! 
Months  move  on  slow,  as  if  the  years 
Would  never  pass  away. 

2  But  even  years  are  passing  by. 

And  soon  must  all  be  gone  ! 
For  day  by  day,  as  minutes  fly, 
Eternity  comes  on. 

3  Days,  months,  and  years  must  have  an  end  : 

Eternity  has  none ! 
'Twill  always  have  as  long  to  spend 
As  when  it  first  begun. 

4  Great  God  !  a  creature  cannot  tell 

How  such  a  thing  can  be ; 
I  only  pray  that  I  may  dwell 
That  long,  long  time  with  thee. 


CHILDHOOD.  289 


375.     L.  M. 


1  Amid  the  deepest  shades  of  niglit, 

Can  there  be  One  who  sees  my  way  ? 
Yes,  God  is  as  a  shining  hght, 
That  turns  the  darkness  into  day. 

2  When  every  eye  around  me  sleeps, 

May  I  not  sin  without  control  ? 
No :  for  a  constant  watch  he  keeps 
On  ev'ry  thought  of  every  soul. 

3  If  I  could  find  some  cave  unknown 

Where  human  feet  have  never  trod. 
E'en  there  I  should  not  be  alone ; 
On  ev'ry  side  there  would  be  God. 

376.      C.  M. 

1  Bestow,  O  Lord,  upon  our  youth 

The  gift  of  saving  grace, 
And  let  the  seed  of  sacred  truth 
Fall  in  a  fruitful  place. 

2  Grace  is  a  plant,  where'er  it  grows, 

Of  pure  and  heavenly  root ; 
But  fairest  in  the  youngest  shows, 
And  yields  the  sweetest  fruit. 

3  Ye  careless  ones,  betimes  obey 

The  voice  of  sovereign  love ! 
Ye  rove  in  folly's  dangerous  way, 
But  mercy  reigns  above. 
13 


290  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

4  For  you  the  puT)lic  prayer  is  made, 
O  joiii  the  public  prayer  ! 
For  you  the  secret  tear  is  shed, 
O  shed  yourselves  a  tear  ! 


377.       C.  M. 

1  Ye  hearts,  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 

In  smiling  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high. 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you, 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

3  "The  soul  that  longs  to  see  my  face, 

Is  sure  my  love  to  gain ; 
And  those  that  early  seek  my  grace. 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 

4  What  object,  Lord,  my  soul  should  move. 

If  once  compared  with  thee  ? 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  ? 

5  Away,  ye  false  delusive  toys. 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 
'Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  clioice, 
And  here  true  bliss  I  find. 


CHILDHOOD.  291 


378.      c.  M. 

1  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

How  fair  the  lily  grows  ! 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill, 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo !  such  the  child,  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod, 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay  ; 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 
Must  shortly  fide  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wint'ry  hour 

Of  man's  mature r  aa^e 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power. 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 

5  O  thou,  whose  infant  feet  were  found 

Within  thy  Father's  shrine. 
Whose  years,  with  changeless  virtue  crown'd, 
Were  all  alike  divine : 

6  Dependent  on  thy  bounteous  breath, 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone. 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 


292  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

379.      C.  M. 

The  secret  of  ijerpeinal  yordh. — John  ii,  10. 

1  The  heart  of  cliildliood  is  all  mirth  ; 

We  trust  the  flattering  voice 
Which  whispers,  "  Take  thy  fill  of  earth, 
Indulge  thee  and  rejoice." 

2  Too  surely  then,  each  setting  day, 

Some  lost  delight  we  mourn, 
The  flowers  all  die  along  our  way, 
Till  we,  too,  die  forlorn. 

3  Such  is  the  world's  gay  garish  feast. 

In  her  first  charminor  bowl 
Infusing  all  that  fires  the  breast. 
And  cheats  th'  unstable  soul. 

4  Unlike  the  feast  of  heav'nly  love 

Spread  at  the  Saviour's  word. 
For  souls  that  hear  his  call,  and  prove 
Meet  for  his  bridal  board. 

5  Why  should  we  fear  youth's  draught  of  joy. 

If  pure,  would  sparkle  less  ? 
Why  should  the  cup  the  sooner  cloy, 
Which  God  hath  deign'd  to  bless  ? 

6  Who,  but  a  Christian,  through  all  life. 

True  blessing  may  prolong  ? 
Who,  through  the  w^orld's  sad  day  of  strife, 
Still  chant  his  morning  song  ? 

7  Nor  shall  dull  age,  as  worldlings  say. 

The  heavenward  flame  annoy ; 


MANHOOD.  293 

The  Saviour  cannot  pass  away  ! 
And  witli  him  hves  our  joy. 

8  Ever  the  richest,  tenderest  glow 

Sets  round  th'  autumnal  sun — 
But  there  sight  fails :  no  heart  may  know 
The  bliss  when  life  is  done. 

9  Such  is  thy  banquet,  dearest  Lord ; 

O  give  us  grace  to  cast 
Our  lot  with  thine,  to  trust  thy  word, 
And  keep  our  best  till  last. 

380.       8s  and  4. 

1  And  now  that  years  have  sped  away. 

And  down  life's  current  borne  me  on, 
What,  of  youth's  dreams,  can  manhood  say. 
But — they  are  gone  ! 

2  Gone — as  the  cloud  whose  golden  hue 

Fast  fades  in  the  advancing  light ; 
Gone — as  the  drops  of  evening  dew, 
That  sink  in  night ! 

3  How  busily  the  fancy  wrought 

To  mould  a  heaven  that  should  not  cloy, 
From  all  I  saw,  or  read,  or  thought. 
Of  earthly  joy ! 

4  Nor  mourn  I  that  those  days  were  wind. 

And  fancy's  dreams  evanish'd  hence ; 
O  who  can  fill  th'  immortal  mind 
With  joys  of  sense  ! 


294  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

5  For  I  have  sought  a  purer  joy, 

Firm  fixVl  on  an  eternal  ground, 
A  bliss  that  cannot  fail  or  cloy — 
And  I  have  found ! 

G  It  came  not  on  the  morniuf]^  cloud — 
It  sipp'd  not  of  the  evening  dew — 
When  seas  were  rude,  and  storms  were  loud. 
It  rose  to  view  ! 

Y  It  feeds  on  bread  man  cannot  taste. 
And  meekly  cj[uaffs  affliction's  tear ; 
When  the  mind  wears,  and  senses  waste, 
Then  it  is  near. 

8  It  is  a  joy  earth  cannot  kno^\^, 

That  blesses  those  who  inly  weep. 
Confirms  the  word — in  tears  who  sow, 
In  smiles  shall  reap ! 

9  Sweet  hope  !  though  youth  return  no  more, 

And  glittering  visions  swift  decay ; 
The  soul  above  earth's  clouds  shall  soar 
In  endless  day ! 

10  Thus  to  Faith's  eye,  through  damps  of  earth, 
Less  l^right  each  carnal  pleasure  seems; 
One  glimpse  of  heavenly  joy  is  worth 
A  life  of  dreams. 

H   Content  to  see  the  bu])bles  break. 

That  glisten'd  in  the  youthful  eye, 
To  scenes  of  heavenly  bliss  I  wake, 
That  never  die ! 


MAERIAGE.  295 

381.        8s  and  7s. 
Marriage. 

1  Lord,  we  come  to  ask  thy  blessing 

On  the  bridal  pair  to  rest ; 
May  thy  goodness,  never  ceasing, 
Make  them  now  and  ever  blest. 

2  Thine  by  cov'nant  and  adoption. 

Thine  by  free  and  sovereign  grace ; 
May  they,  in  each  word  and  action, 
l)o  thy  will  and  speak  thy  praise. 

3  Often  from  their  happy  dwelling 

May  the  voice  of  prayer  ascend, 
For  thy  mercies  still  increasing. 

To  their  best,  their  kindest  Friend. 

4  Through  this  life's  tempestuous  ocean, 

Storms  ai-e  thick  and  dangers  nigh ; 
Oh  may  constant,  pure  devotion 

Guide  them  safe  to  realms  on  high ! 

382.      CM. 

Tlie  Traveller^ s  Hymn. 

1  How  are  thy  servants  Idlest,  O  Lord ! 

How  sure  is  their  defence ! 
Eternal  Wisdom  is  their  guide, 
Their  help,  Omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  hj  thy  care, 
Through  burning  climes  I  passVl  unhurt, 
And  breath'd  in  tainted  air. 


296  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

3  Thy  mercy  sweeten'd  every  soil, 

Made  every  region  please ; 
Tlie  hoary  Alpine  hills  it  warm'd, 
And  smooth'd  the  Tyrrhene  seas. 

4  Think,  O  my  soul,  devoutly  think, 

How  with  affrighted  eyes 
Thou  saw'st  the  wide-extended  deep. 
In  all  its  horrors  rise ! 

5  Confusion  dwelt  in  every  face, 

And  fear  in  every  heart, 
When  waves  on  waves,  and  gulfs  in  gulfs, 
Overcame  the  pilot's  art. 

6  Yet  then  from  all  my  griefs,  O  Lord, 

Thy  mercy  set  me  free, 
While,  in  the  confidence. of  prayer, 
My  heart  took  hold  on  thee. 

'7  For  though  in  dreadful  whirls  we  hung. 
High  on  the  broken  wave, 
I  knew  thou  wert  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

8  The  storm  was  laid,  the  winds  retir'd 

Obedient  to  thy  will ; 
The  sea,  that  roar'd  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  was  still. 

9  In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore, 
And  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 


AT   SEA.  297 

10  My  life,  if  tliou  preserv'st  my  life, 
Thy  sacrifice  shall  be  ; 
And  death,  if  death  must  be  my  doom, 
Shall  join  my  soul  to  tliee. 

383.      12s. 

At  Sea. 

1  When  tlirou2:li  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tern- 

pest  is  streaming. 
When  o'er  the  dark  wave  the  red  lio^htniuix 

is  gleaming, 
Nor  hope  lends  a  ray  the  poor  seaman  to 

cherish. 
We  fly  to  our  Maker — "  Help,  Lord,  or  we 

perish." 

2  O  Jesus!   once  tossed  on  the  breast  of  the 

billow. 
Aroused  by  the  shriek  of  despair  from  thy 

pillow. 
Now  seated  in  glory,  the  mariner  cherish. 
Who  cries  in  his  danger — "Help,  Lord,  or 

we  pei'ish." 

3  And  O !  when  the  whirlwind  of  passion  is 

.  raging. 
When  sin  in  our  hearts  its  wild  warfare  is 

waging, 
Arise   in    thy   strength,   thy  redeemed    to 

cherish. 
Rebuke  the  destroyer — "  Help,  Lord,  or  we 
perish." 
13* 


298  SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 

384.     7s. 

Psalm  cvii. 

1  TiiEY  that  toil  iij^on  the  deep, 

And  ill  vessels  light  and  frail, 
O'er  the  mighty  waters  sweeji. 
With  the  billow  and  the  gale — 

2  Mark  what  wonders  God  performs 

When  he  speaks,  and,  uuconfin'd, 
Rush  to  battle  all  his  storms, 
111  the  chariots  of  the  wind. 

3  Up  to  heaven  their  l)ark  is  whirlM 

On  the  mountain  of  the  wave ; 
Down  as  suddenly  'tis  huiTd 
To  the  abysses  of  the  grave. 

4  To  and  fro  they  I'eel — they  roll 

As  intoxicate  with  wine; 
Terrors  paralyze  their  soul, 

Helm  they  cpiit,  and  hope  resign. 

5  Then  unto  the  Lord  they  cry ; 

He  inclines  a  gracious  ear, 
Sends  deliv'rance  from  on  high, 
Rescues  them  from  all  their  fear. 

6  Calm  and  suK^oth  the  surges  flow, 

And,  where  deadly  lightning  ran, 
God's  own  reconciling  bow 
Metes  the  ocean  with  a  span. 


THUNDEK-STOKM.  299 

O  that  men  would  praise  the  Lord, 

For  his  goodness  to  their  race  ; 
For  the  wonders  of  his  word, 

And  the  riches  of  his  grace. 

385.       S.  H.  M. 

God  in  the  storm. 

Lo  !  where  his  thunder's  voice 

Rolls  on  the  murky  air. 
Bidding  his  little  ones  rejoice. 

That  he,  their  God,  is  there. 
And  now  each  louder  peal  on  high 
Proclaims  his  sounding  footsteps  nigh. 

Now  is  there  storm  abroad. 

And  foams  the  raging  brine  ; 
Fierce  flashing's  of  Jehovah's  sword 

Athwart  the  darkness  shine. 
The  laboring  tempest  heaves  its  breath 
In  sobs,  all  ominous  of  death ! 

Earth  trembles  to  her  T)ase  ! 

He  comes  in  swathed  gloom ; 
And  bolts  of  flame  before  his  face 

Pi'oclaim  the  guilty's  doom  ! 
For  earth  the  heavens  their  tear-drops  weep. 
As  speeds  his  chariot  o'er  the  deep ! 

But  wherefore  should  I  fear. 

Or  from  his  presence  flee  ? 
It  is  his  well-known  voice  I  hear. 

It  is  his  eye  I  see. 
What  tho'  he  come  in  night  and  storm, 
Thron'd  on  dark  waves  I  trace  his  form! 


800  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

5  Why  fear  ?  one  with  my  Lord, 
I  know  no  more  his  wrath ; 
The  flashing  of  his  judgment-sword 

Can  never  glare  my  path. 
I,  fearless,  when  the  storm  is  nigh, 
Lift  to  his  face  a  filial  eye ! 


386.    L.  M. 

1  The  storm  is  busy  in  the  sky. 

And  thunders  lift  their  voice  on  high ; 
There  is  a  wilder  storm  abroad, 
The  voice  of  conscience  and  of  God ! 

2  Were  there  no  storm  within  the  soul. 
Why  should  the  outer  storm  control  ? 
Why  shrink  before  the  call  of  God, 
Unless  in  terror  of  his  rod  ? 

3  What,  then,  shall  bring  that  God  to  me, 
And  make  me  joy  his  face  to  see  ? 

What  bid  man  stand  where  once  he  stood  ? 
A  conscience  purg'd  by  Jesus'  blood. 

4  Then  let  the  tempest  hail  its  King, 
Tho'  rude,  its  loud  hosaunas  sing. 
And  with  the  wreath  its  fino-ers  w^ove, 
Entwine  the  emblem  of  his  love. 

5  He  plants  the  rainbow's  glowing  form, 
To  bound  the  fiei'ce  and  raging  storm, 
And  bids  the  sinner  fear  no  more 
The  lightning,  or  the  thunder's  roar ! 


EAINBOW.  301 

387.         C.  M. 
The  Rainbow. — Genesis  ix. 

1  Triumphal  arcli !  that  fill'st  the  sky, 

When  storms  prepare  to  part, 
I  ask  not  proud  philosophy 
To  teach  me  what  thou  art. 

2  Fair,  beauteous  bow  !  no  fabling  dreams. 

But  words  of  the  Most  High, 
Have  told  why  first  thy  robe  of  beams 
Was  woven  in  the  sky. 

3  When  o'er  the  green  undeluged  earth 

Heaven's  covenant  thou  didst  shine. 
How  came  the  world's  gray  fathers  frjrth 
To  watch  thy  sacred  sign  ! 

4  And  when  its  yellow  lustre  smiled 

O'er  mountains  yet  untrod, 
Each  mother  held  aloft  her  child. 
To  bless  the  bow  of  God. 

5  And,  faithful  to  its  sacred  page. 

Heaven  still  i-ebuilds  thy  span. 
Nor  lets  the  type  grow  pale  with  age, 
That  first  spoke  peace  to  man. 

388.      L.  M. 

National  Day  of  Prayer. 

1  When  Israel,  of  the  Lord  beloved. 

Out  from  the  land  of  bondage  came,. 
Her  father's  God  before  her  moved. 
An  awful  guide  in  smoke  and  flame. 


102  SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 

5  By  day,  along  tli'  astonished  lands, 
The  cloudy  pillar  glided  slow ; 
By  night,  Arabia's  crimsoned  sands 
Returned  the  fiery  column's  glow. 

)  Thus  present  still,  though  now  unseen, 

When  l^rightly  shines  the  prosperous  day, 
Be  thoughts  of  Thee  a  cloudy  screen. 
To  temper  the  deceitful  ray ! 

:  And,  oh,  when  stoops  upon  our  path, 

In  shade  and  storm,  the  frequent  night, 
Be  Thou,  long-sutfering,  slow  to  wrath, 
A  burning  and  a  shining  light ! 

389.       L.  M.     8  ]. 

Psalm  Ixxiv.  10,  17. 

.  My  God !  all  nature  owns  thy  sway. 
Thou  giv'st  the  night,  and  thou  the  day ; 
When  all  thy  lov'd  creation  wakes. 
When  morning,  rich  in  lustre,  l:)reaks. 
And  bathes  in  dew  the  op'ning  fiower, 
To  thee  we  owe  her  fragrant  hour ; 
And  when  she  pours  her  choral  song, 
Her  melodies  to  thee  belonsr. 

!  Or  when,  in  paler  tints  ai-ray'd. 
The  evening  slowly  spreads  her  shade ; 
That  soothing  shade,  that  grateful  gloom. 
E'en  more  than  day's  enlivening  bloom. 
Can  still  each  fond  and  vain  desire. 
And  calmer,  purer  thoughts  inspire ; 
From  earth  the  pensive  s])irit  free. 
And  lead  the  soften'd  lieart  to  thee. 


THE   SEASONS.  308 

3  As  o'er  thy  works  the  seasons  roll, 

And  soothe,  with  change  of  bliss,  the  soul, 
Oh,  never  may  their  smiling  train 
Pass  o'er  the  human  sense  in  vain; 
But  oft  as  on  the  charm  we  gaze. 
Attune  the  wond'ring  soul  to  praise ; 
And  be  the  joys  that  most  we  prize, 
The  joys  that  from  thy  favor  rise ! 

390.       C.  M. 

1  When  brighter  suns  and  milder  skies 

Proclaim  the  opening  year, 
"What  various  sounds  of  joy  arise  ! 
What  prospects  bright  appear ! 

2  Earth  and  her  thousand  voices  give 

Their  thousand  notes  of  praise  ; 
And  all,  that  by  his  mercy  live, 
To  God  their  offering  raise. 

3  The  streams,  all  beautiful  and  bright, 

Reflect  the  morning  sky  ; 
And  there,  with  music  in  his  flight, 
The  wild  bird  soars  on  high. 

4  Thus,  like  the  morning,  calm  and  clear, 

That  saw  the  Saviour  rise. 
The  spring  of  heaven's  eternal  year 
Shall  dawn  on  earth  and  skies. 

5  No  winter  there,  no  shades  of  night, 

Obscure  those  mansions  blest, 
Where,  in  the  happy  fields  of  light, 
The  weary  are  at  rest. 


30i  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

391.        7s  and  6s. 

1  The  leaves  around  me  falling, 

Are  ]:)reaching  of  decay ; 
The  hollow  winds  are  calling, 

"  Come,  pilgrim,  come  away  !" 
The  day  in  night  declining. 

Says  I,  too,  must  decline ; 
The  year  its  l:>loom  resigning — 

Its  lot  foreshadows  mine  ! 

2  The  light  my  path  surrounding. 

The  loves  to  which  I  cling. 
The  hopes  within  me  bounding. 

The  joys  that  round  me  wing — 
All,  all,  like  stars  at  even. 

Just  gleam  and  shoot  away, 
Pass  on  before  to  heaven. 

And  chide  at  my  delay. 

3  The  friends  gone  there  before  me, 

Are  calling  from  on  high, 
And  happy  angels  o'er  me 

Tempt  sweetly  to  the  sky ; 
"  Why  wait,"  they  say,  "  and  wither, 

'Mid  scenes  of  death  and  sin  ? 
O  rise  to  glory  hither. 

And  find  true  life  begin !" 

4  I  hear  the  invitation, 

And  fain  would  rise  and  come, 
A  sinner  to  salvation. 
An  exile  to  his  home ; 


THE    SEASONS.  305 

And  while  I  here  must  linger, 

Thus,  thus,  let  all  I  see 
Point  on  with  faithful  finger. 

To  heaven,  O  Lord,  and  Thee ! 

392.  P.  M. 

Shall  man,  the  lord  of  nature, 

Expectant  of  the  sky — 
Shall  man  alone  unthankful. 

His  little  praise  deny  ? 
No — let  the  year  forsake  her  course, 

The  seasons  cease  to  be. 
Thee,  Master,  must  we  always  love. 

And,  Saviour,  honor  thee. 

The  flowers  of  spring  may  wither. 

The  hope  of  summer  fade. 
The  autumn  droop  in  winter, 

The  birds  forsake  the  shade ; 
The  winds  be  lulled,  the  sun  and  moon 

Forget  their  old  decree. 
But  we,  in  nature's  latest  hour, 

O  Lord !  will  cling  to  thee. 

393.  C.  M. 

Sweet  day !  so  cool,  so  calm,  so  bright. 

Bridal  of  earth  and  sky ; 
The  dew  shall  weep  thy  fall  to-night, 

For  thou,  alas !  must  die. 

Sweet  rose  !  in  air  whose  odors  wave. 
And  colors  charm  the  eye ; 


306  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

Thy  root  is  ever  in  the  grave, 
Aucl  thou,  alas !  must  die. 

3  Sweet  spring !  of  days  and  I'oses  made, 

Whose  charms  for  beauty  vie, 
Thy  days  depart,  thy  roses  fade. 
Thou,  too,  alas  !  must  die. 

4  Only  a  sweet  and  holy  soul 

Hath  tints  that  never  fly : 
While  flowers  decay,  and  seasons  roll. 
It  lives  and  cannot  die. 


394.       7s  and  6s. 
Evening. 

1  The  mellow  eve  is  gliding 

Serenely  down  the  M^est ; 
So,  ev'iy  care  subsidiug. 

My  soul  would  sink  to  rest. 

2  The  woodland  hum  is  riuging 

The  daylight's  gentle  close  ; 
May  angels  round  me,  singing. 
Thus  hymn  my  last  repose. 

3  The  evenino:  star  has  lisrhted 

1  •  1 
Her  crystal  lamp  on  high  ; 

So,  when  in  death  l)enighted, 

May  hope  illume  the  sky. 

4  In  golden  splendor  dawning. 

The  morrow's  light  shall  ])reak ; 
O,  on  the  last  bright  morning. 
May  I  in  glory  wake  ! 


NIGHT.  307 

395.     s.  II.  M. 

1  Night  is  the  time  to  weep ; 

To  wet  with  unseen  tears 
Those  graves  of  memory,  where  sleep 

The  joys  of  other  years  ; 
Hopes,  that  were  angels  at  their  birth. 
But  (lied  when  young,  like  things  of  earth. 

2  Night  is  the  time  to  think; 

When,  from  the  eye,  the  soul 
Takes  flight,  and  on  the  utmost  brink 

Of  yonder  starry  pole, 
Discerns,  beyond  th'  a])yss  of  night, 
The  dawn  of  uncreated  light. 

3  Nio;ht  is  the  time  to  pray ; 

Our  Saviour  oft  withdrew 
To  desert  mountains  fir  away: 

So  will  his  followers  do — 
Steal  from  the  throng  to  haunts  untrod, 
And  commune  tliei'e  alone  with  God. 

4  Night  is  the  time  for  death  ; 

When  all  around  is  peace, 
Calmly  to  yield  the  weary  breath, 

From  sin  and  suff'ring  cease. 
Think  of  heaven's  bliss,  and  give  the  sign 
To  parting  friends — such  death  he  mine ! 


808  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

396.     7s, 

New  Yearns  Day. 

1  While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 

Hasted  through  the  foriuer  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here : 
FixM  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below : 
We  a  little  longer  wait — 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind — 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream ; 
Lord,  our  expectations  raise — 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 


397.       C.  M. 

Close  of  the  Year. 

1  Awake,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 

And  raise  your  voices  high  ; 
Awake,  and  praise  that  sov'i-eign  love. 
That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies. 

Each  moment  brings  it  near ; 
Then  welcome,  each  declining  day ! 
Welcome,  eacli  closing  year ! 


PARTING   OF   FRIENDS.  309 

3  Not  many  years  their  rounds  sliall  run, 

Not  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  reveal'd 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  speed  your  course ; 

Ye  mortal  powers,  decay  ; 
Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
Ye  bring  eternal  day. 


398.       7s. 

Parting  of  Friends. 

When  shall  we  all  meet  as-ain  ? 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  aspire, 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire, 
Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead. 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid, 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign. 
There  may  we  all  meet  again  ! 


310  MAN   MORTAL 


DEATH,  JUDGMENT,  HEAVEN. 

399.  L.  P.  M. 

1  Yet  a  few  years,  or  days,  perhaps, 
Or  moments,  glide  in  silent  lapse. 

And  time  to  me  shall  be  no  more  ! 
No  more  the  snn  these  eyes  shall  view. 
Earth  o'er  these  limbs  her  dust  shall  strew, 

And  life's  delusive  dream  be  o'er  ! 

2  Great  God  !  how  awful  is  the  scene  ! 
A  Ijreath,  a  transient  breath  between ; 

And  can  I  waste  life's  fleeting  day  ? 
To  earth,  alas  !  too  firmly  bound — - 
Trees  dee|)ly  rooted  in  the  ground 

Are  shiver'd  when  they're  torn  away. 

3  Great  Cause  of  all,  above,  below ! 
Who  knows  thee  must  forever  know 

Thou  art  immortal  and  divine ; 
Thine  image  on  my  soul  impress'd, 
Of  endless  being  is  the  test. 

And  bids  eternity  be  mine  ! 

400.  8s  and  4s. 

1  Alas  !  how  poor  and  little  worth 
Are  all  those  glittering  toys  of  earth 

That  lure  us  here  ! — 
Dreams  of  a  sleep  that  death  must  break : 
Alas !  before  it  bids  us  wake. 

They  disappear. 


AND   IMMORTAL.  oil 

2  Where  is  the  strength  that  spurned  decay, 
The  step  that  rolled  so  light  and  gay. 

The  heart's  blithe  tone  ? 
The  strength  is  gone,  the  ste])  is  slow, 
And  joy  grows  weariness  and  woe 

When  age  comes  on. 

3  Onr  birth  is  but  a  starting-pLice ; 
Life  is  the  running  of  the  race, 

And  death  the  goal : 
There  all  those  glittering  toys  are  bought ; 
That  path  alone,  of  all  unsought. 

Is  found  of  all. 

4  O  let  the  soul  its  slumbers  break, 
Arouse  its  senses,  and  awake 

To  see  how  soon 
Life,  like  its  glories,  glides  away. 
And  the  stern  footsteps  of  decay 

Come  stealing  on. 


401.       L.M.    61. 

{^Seventeenth  Century^ 

1  The  glories  of  our  birth  and  state 

Are  shadows,  not  substantial  things ; 
There  is  no  armor  against  tate; 

Death  lays  his  icy  hand  on  kings : 
They  must  give  up  their  murmuring  breath. 
They  must,  pale  captives,  creep  to  death. 

2  The  garlands  wither  on  your  brow ; 

Then  boast  no  more  your  mighty  deeds ; 


312  MAN   MOETAL 

Upon  death's  purple  altar  now, 

See  wliere  the  victor  victim  bleeds ! 
Only  tlie  actions  of  the  just 
Smell  sweet,  and  blossom  from  the  dust, 

402.       C.  P.  M. 

1  My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 
Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 

Around  the  steady  pole ; 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps. 
And  I  must  launch  through  endless  deeps. 

Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call ; 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  quickly  fall. 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight — 
Beyond  the  vast  ethereal  blue, 
To  love  and  sing  as  angels  do, 

Or  sink  in  endless  night. 

403.      C.  M. 

1  Few  are  thy  days,  and  full  of  woe, 

O  man,  of  woman  born ! 
Thy  doom  is  written — ■'■'■  Dust  thou  art. 
And  shalt  to  dust  return  !" 

2  Determined  are  the  days  that  fly 

Successive  o'er  thy  head ; 
The  number'd  hour  is  on  the  wing. 
Which  lays  thee  with  the  dead. 

3  Gay  is  thy  morning :  flattering  hope 

Thy  sprightly  step  attends  ; 


AND   IMMORTAL.  313 

But  soon  the  tempest  howls  behind, 
And  the  dark  night  descends  ! 

4  Before  its  splendid  hour,  the  cloud 
Comes  o'er  the  beam  of  light ; 
A  pilgrim  in  a  weary  land, 
Man  tarries  but  a  night. 

404.  c.  M. 

1  The  mighty  flood  that  rolls  along 

Its  torrents  to  the  main. 
The  waters  lost  can  ne'er  recal, 
From  that  abyss  again. 

2  The  days,  the  ^^ears,  the  ages  dark, 

Descending  down  to  night. 
Can  never,  never  be  redeem'd 
Back  to  the  gates  of  light. 

3  Where  are  our  fiithers  ? — Whither  gone. 

The  mighty  men  of  old. 
The  patriarchs,  prophets,  princes,  kings, 
In  sacred  books  enroll'd  ? 

4  Gone  to  the  resting-place  of  man 

His  long,  his  silent  home ; 
Where  ages  past  have  gone  before. 
Where  future  ages  come  ! 

405.  C.  M. 

1  Death  rides  on  ev'ry  passing  breeze. 
And  lurks  in  ev'ry  flower ; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease. 
Its  peril  ev'ry  hour ! 

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314:  MAN    MORTAL 

2  Our  eyes  have  seen  tlie  rosy  light 

Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay, 
And  fate  descend  in  sudden  night 
On  manhood's  middle  day. 

3  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 

Halt  feebly  to  the  tomb ; 
And  yet  shall  earth  our  hearts  engage, 
And  dreams  of  days  to  come  ? 

4  Turn,  mortal,  turn  !  thy  danger  know : 

Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 
The  earth  rings  hollow  from  l:)elow, 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead ! 


406.       lis. 

1  O  WHY  should  the  sjjirit  of  mortal  be  proud  ! 
Like  a  fast-flitting  meteor,  a  last  flying  cloud, 
A  flash  of  the  lightning,  a  l)reak  of  the  wave, 
He  passes  from  life  to  his  rest  in  the  gi-ave. 

2  Theleaves  of  the  oak  and  the  willow  shall  fade, 
Be  scatter'd  around,  and  together  be  laid  ; 
And  the  young  and  the  old,  and  the  low  and 

the  high. 
Shall  moulder  to  dust,  and  together  shall  lie. 

3  The  hand  of  the  king  wdio  the  sceptre  hath 

borne, 
The  brow  of  the  priest  wdio  the  mitre  hath 

worn, 
The  eye  of  the  sago,  and  the  heart  of  the  l)rave. 
Are  hidden  and  lost  in  the  depths  of  the  grave. 


AND   IMMORTAL.  315 

407.  L.  M. 

1  See  how  beneath  the  moonbeam's  smile 

Yon  little  billow  heaves  its  breast, 
And  foams  and  sparkles  for  a  while, 
An.d  murmuring  then  subsides  to  rest. 

2  Thus  man,  the  sport  of  bliss  and  care, 

Kises  on  time's  eventful  sea. 
And,  having  swell'd  a  moment  there, 
Thus  melts  into  eternity. 

408.  C.  M. 

Job  xiv. 

1  As  fail  the  waters  from  the  deep. 

As  summer  brooks  run  dry, 
Man  lieth  down  in  dreamless  sleep, 
His  life  is  vanity. 

2  And  dost  Thou  look  on  such  an  one  ? 

Wilt  Thou  to  judgment  call 
A  worm,  for  what  a  worm  hath  done 

Against  the  Lord  of  all  ? 

3  Man  lieth  down,  no  more  to  wake. 

Till  yonder  arching  sphere 
Shall,  with  a  roll  of  thuuder,  break. 
And  nature  disappear. 

4  O  hide  me,  till  thy  wrath  be  past. 

Thou  who  canst  slay  or  save ! 
Hide  me,  where  hope  may  anchor  fast, 
In  my  Redeemer's  grave. 


316  MAN   MORTAL 


409.  L.    M. 

1  Behold  the  path  that  mortals  tread 
Down  to  the  rei2:ions  of  the  dead  ! 
Nor  will  the  fleeting  moments  stay, 
Nor  can  we  measure  back  our  way. 

2  Our  kindred  and  our  friends  are  gone  : 
Know,  O  my  soul,  this  doom  thine  own : 
Feeble  as  tlieirs,  my  mortal  frame, 

The  same  my  way,  my  house  the  same. 

3  And  must  I,  from  the  cheerful  light. 
Pass  to  the  grave's  perpetual  night, — 
From  scenes  of  duty,  means  of  gi'ace. 
Must  I  to  God's  tribunal  pass  ? 

4  Awake,  my  soul,  thy  way  prepare. 
And  lose,  in  this,  each  mortal  care ; 
With  steady  feet  that  path  be  trod, 
Which  through  the  grave  conducts  to  God. 


410.    s.  M. 

Psalm  xxxix. 

1  LoiiD  !  let  me  know  mine  end : 

My  days,  how  brief  their  date  ! 
That  I  may  timely  comprehend 
How  frail  my  best  estate. 

2  My  life  is  but  a  span ; 

Mine  age  as  nought  with  Thee ; 
Man,  in  his  higliest  lionor,  man 
Is  dust  and  vanity. 


AND   IMMORTAL.  317 

3  What  seek  I  now,  O  Lord  ? 

My  liope  is  in  thy  name ; 
.  Blot  out  my  sins  from  thy  record, 
Nor  give  me  up  to  shame. 

4  Have  pity  on  my  fears, 

Hearken  to  my  re(]^uest, 
Turn  not  in  silence  from  my  tears, 
But  give  the  mourner  rest. 

5  A  stranger.  Lord,  with  thee, 

I  walk  on  pilgrimage. 
Where  all  my  fathers  once  hke  me, 
Sojourn'd  from  age  to  age. 

6  O  spare  me  yet,  I  pray ! 

Awhile  my  strength  restore. 

Ere  I  am  summonM  hence  away. 

And  seen  on  earth  no  more. 

411.      c.  p.  M. 

1  "  Father,  thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  !  " 
So  pray'd  on  earth  thy  suif 'ring  Son — 

So,  in  his  name,  I  pray : 
The  spirit  fails,  the  flesh  is  weak ; 
Thy  help  in  agony  I  seek ; 

O  take  this  cup  away  ! 

2  If  such  be  not  thy  sov'reign  will, 
Thy  wiser  purpose  then  fulfill ; 

My  wishes  I  resign. 
Into  thy  hands  my  soul  commend, 
On  thee  for  life  or  death  depend, 

Thy  will  be  done,  not  mine ! 


318  MAN   MORTAL 

412.     s.  M. 

1  Who  that  liatli  ever  been, 

Could  bear  to  be  no  more  ? 
Yet  who  woiihl  tread  again  the  scene 
He  trod  through  life  before  ? 

2  On,  with  intense  desire, 

Man's  spirit  will  move  on ; 
It  seems  to  die,  yet,  like  heaven's  fire. 
It  is  not  quench'd,  but  gone. 

413.      C.  H.  M. 

1  O  WHAT  is  life  ? — 'Tis  like  a  flower 

That  blossoms — and  is  gone ; 
It  flourishes  its  little  hour, 

With  all  its  beauty  on : 
Death  comes — and,  like  a  wintry  day, 
It  cuts  the  lovely  flower  away. 

2  O  what  is  life  ? — 'Tis  like  the  bow 

That  glistens  in  the  sky : 
We  love  to  see  its  colors  glow. 

But  while  we  look  they  die : 
Life  fails  as  soon — to-day  'tis  here, 
To-morrow  it  may  disappear. 

3  Lord,  what  is  life  ? — If  spent  with  thee 

In  humlde  praise  and  prayer, 
IIow  long  or  short  our  life  may  be, 

AVe  feel  no  anxious  care  : 
Tho'  life  depart,  our  joys  shall  last. 
When  life  and  all  its  joys  are  past. 


AND   IMMORTAL.  819 


414.      L.  M. 


1  WiTEisr  life,  as  opening  Inids,  is  sweet, 
And  golden  hopes  the  spirits  greet. 
And  youth  prepares  his  joys  to  meet, 

Alas  !  how  hard  it  is  to  die. 

2  When  scarce  is  seized  some  l)orrowed  prize, 
And  duties  press,  and  tender  ties 

Forbid  the  soul  from  earth  to  rise. 
How  awful,  then,  it  is  to  die. 

3  When,  one  by  one,  those  ties  are  toi-n. 
And  friend  from  friend  is  snatched  forlorn, 
And  man  is  left  alone  to  mourn. 

Ah !  then,  how  easy  'tis  to  die. 

4  When  trembling  limbs  refuse  their  weight. 
And  films,  slow  gathering,  dim  the  sight. 
And  clouds  obscure  the  mental  light, 

'Tis  nature's  precious  boon,  to  die. 

5  When  faith  is  strong,  and  conscience  clear. 
And  words  of  peace  the  spirit  cheer. 
And  vision'd  glories  half  ap])ear, 

'Tis  joy,  'tis  triumph,  then,  to  die. 

415.     c.  M. 

1  Tins  mortal  life  will  soon  be  past ; 

Beyond  it  who  can  tell 
In  what  mysterious  region  cast 
Immortal  spirits  dwell  ? 

2  I  know  not ;  but  I  soon  shall  know, 

When  life's  sore  conflicts  cease, 


320  MAN   MOKTAL 

When  this  desponding  heart  lies  low, 
And  I  shall  rest  in  peace. 

3  For  see,  on  death's  bewildering  wave, 

The  raiuhow  Hope  arise, 
A  bridge  of  gloiy  o'er  the  grave. 
That  bends  beyond  the  skies. 

4  From  earth  to  heaven  it  swells  and  shines. 

The  pledge  of  bliss  to  man  ; 
Time  with  eternity  combines. 
And  grasps  them  in  a  span. 

416.       8s  and  4:S. 

1  There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep, 

A  rest  for  weary  pilgrims  found ; 
They  softly  lie  and  sweetly  sleep, 
Low  in  the  ground. 

2  The  storm  that  wrecks  the  winter  sky. 

No  more  disturbs  tlieir  deep  repose 
Than  summer  evening's  latest  sigh 
That  shuts  the  rose. 

?*  Thou  traveller  in  this  vale  of  tears. 
To  realms  of  everlasting  light. 
Through  time's  dark  wilderness  of  years. 
Pursue  thy  flight. 

4  Though  long  of  wind  and  waves  the  sport, 
Condemned  in  wi-etchedness  to  roam. 
Thou  soon  shalt  reach  a  sheltering  port, 
A  quiet  home. 


AND   IMMORTAL.  321 

5  The  son],  of  origin  divine, 

God's  glorious  image,  freed  from  clay. 
In  heaven's  eternal  sphere  shall  shine, 
A  star  of  day. 

6  The  sun  is  but  a  spark  of  fire, 

A  transient  meteor  in  the  sky ; 
The  soul,  immortal  as  its  Sire, 
Shall  never  die. 


417.     lis. 

1  I  WOULD  not  live  alway :  I  ask  not  to  stay, 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 

way; 
The  few  lurid  morninsrs  that  dawn  on  us  here 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its 

cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  hy  sin ; 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within : 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with 

fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent 
tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway:    no,  welcome  the 

tomb ! 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its 

gloom ; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

14* 


822  MAN    MORTAL 

4  Who,  wlio  would  live  alway,  away  from  Lis 

God, 
Away  from  yon  lieaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright 

plains. 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns : 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet. 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren,  transported,  to 

greet ; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the 

soul ! 


418.      8s  and  6s. 

1  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 

To  mourning  wanderers  given; 
Til  ere  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  l^reast : 

'Tis  found  above— in  heaven. 

2  Tliere  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, — 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoal><. 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls. 

And  all  is  drear — but  lieaven. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye 

To  brighter  prospects  given  ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
Tlie  evening  shadows  quickly  ily, 

And   all   serene — in  heaven. 


AND    IMMORTAL.  o2o 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immorta]  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom ; 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn — of  heaven  ! 

419.       L.  M. 

1  O  God,  unseen,  but  not  unknown, 

Thine  eye  is  ever  fix'd  on  me ; 
I  dwell  beneath  thy  secret  throne, 
Encompass'd  by  th}^  Deity. 

2  Thi'oughout  this  universe  of  space, 

To  nothing  am  I  long  allied. 
For  flight  of  time  and  change  of  place 
My  strongest,  dearest  bonds  divide. 

8  E'en  from  myself  sometimes  I  part ; 
Unconscious  sleep  is  nightly  death, 
Yet  surely  by  my  couch  thou  art. 

To  prompt  my  pulse,  inspire  my  breath. 

4  The  moment  comes  when  strength  shall  fail, 

When  (health  and  hope  and  courage  flown) 
I  must  go  down  into  the  vale 

And  shade  of  death,  with  thee,  alone. 

5  Alone  with  thee !  in  that  dread  strife 

Uphold  me  in  mine  agony  ; 

And  gently  be  this  dying  life 

Exchang'd  for  immortality. 

6  Then,  when  th'  unbodied  spirit  lands 

Where  flesh  and  blood  hath  never  trod, 


324  MAN    MORTAL. 

And  in  the  unveil'd  presence  stands 
Of  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God : 

^  Be  mine  eternal  portion  this, 

Since  thou  wert  always  here  with  me, 
That  I  may  view  thy  face  in  l>liss. 
And  be  for  evermore  with  thee. 


420.       8s  and  7s. 

Theough  life's  vapors  dimly  seeing 

Who  ]3ut  h^ngs  for  light  to  Ijreak ! 
Oh  the  feverish  dream  of  beins; ! 

When,  oh  when  shall  we  awake  ? 
Oh  the  hour  when  this  material 

Shall  have  vauish'd  as  a  cloud — 
When,  amid  the  wide  ethereal, 

All  th'  invisil)]e  shall  crowd ; 

And  the  naked  soul,  surrounded 

With  realities  unknown. 
Triumph  in  the  view  unbounded, 

Feel  herself  with  God  alone  ! 
In  that  sudden,  strange  transition, 

By  what  new  and  finer  sense 
Shall  she  grasp  the  mighty  vision, 

And  receive  its  influence  ? 

Angels,  guard  the  new  immortal. 
Through  the  wonder-teeming  space. 

To  tlie  everlasting  portal. 
To  the  sj)irit's  resting-place. 


DEATH.  325 

Can  I  trust  a  fellow-being  ? 

Can  I  trust  an  angel's  care  ? 
O  thou  merciful  All-seeing ! 

Beam  around  my  spirit  there. 

421.  c.  M. 

1  When,  bending  o'er  the  l)rink  of  life, 

My  trembling  soul  shall  stand, 

Waiting  to  pass  death's  awful  flood, 

Great  God  !  at  thy  command : 

2  Thou  Source  of  life  and  joy  supreme ! 

Whose  arm  alone  can  save — 
Dispel  the  darkness  that  surrounds 
The  entrance  to  the  grave. 

3  Lay  thy  supporting,  gentle  hand 

Beneath  my  sinking  head  ; 
And  with  a  ray  of  love  divine, 
Illume  my  dying  bed  ! 

422.  0.  M. 

1  O  THOU  unknown.  Almighty  cause 

Of  all  my  hope  and  fear. 
In  whose  dread  presence,  ere  an  hour. 
Perhaps,  I  must  appear ! 

2  If  I  have  wander'd  in  those  paths 

Of  life  I  ought  to  shun, 
As  something  loudly  in  my  breast 
Remonstrates  I  have  done  ! 

3  Where  human  weakness  has  come  sbort, 

Or  frailty  stepp'd  aside, 


o26  DEATH. 

Do  thon,  All-good !  for  sncli  tliou  art, 
lu  sliades  of  darkness  hide. 

4  Where,  with  intention,  I  have  err'd, 

No  other  plea  I  have. 
But  thon  art  good  ;  and  goodness  still 
Delighteth  to  forgive. 

5  Then  see  the  sorrows  of  my  heart. 

Ere  yet  it  be  too  late ; 
And  hear  my  Saviour's  dying  groans, 
To  give  those  sorrows  weight. 

6  For  never  shall  my  soul  despair 

Thy  mercy  to  ]>rocnre. 
Who  knows  thy  only  Son  has  died, 
To  make  that  mercy  sure. 


423.      L.  M.    6  ]. 

In  2>rospect  of    death. — (A.  D.  1640.) 

O  THOU  great  Power  in  whom  I  move. 
In  whom  I  live,  to  whom  I  die  ! 

Behold  me  thro'  thy  beams  of  love. 
Whilst  on  this  couch  of  tears  I  lie ; 

And  cleanse  my  sordid  soul  within, 

By  thy  Christ's  ]>lood,  the  bath  of  sin. 

No  hallow'd  oils,  no  gums  I  need. 
No  rags  of  saints,  no  purging  fire ; 

One  sacred  drop  of  Jesus'  blood 

Was  worlds  of  seas  to  quench  thine  ire ; 

O  precious  ransom  !  it  was  paid 

Where  "It  is  hnish'd !"  once  was  said: 


HEAVEN.  327 

3  And  said  by  Him  that  said  no  more, 
But  seal'd  it  with  his  sacred  breath ; 
Thou,  then,  who  hast  dispunged  my  score, 

And,  dvin":,  wast  the  death  of  death, 
Be  to  me  now,  on  whom  1  call, 
My  life,  my  strength,  my  joy,  my  all ! 

424.     7s. 

Psalm  xxiii. 

1  Though  I  walk  the  downward  shade. 

Deepening  through  the  vale  of  death. 
Yet  I  will  not  be  afraid. 

But,  with  my  departing  breath, 
I  will  glory  in  my  God  ; 

In  my  Saviour  I  will  trust, 
Strengthen'd  by  his  staff  and  rod. 

While  this  body  falls  to  dust. 

2  Soon  on  wings,  on  wdngs  of  love. 

My  transported  soul  shall  rise. 
Like  the  home-returning  dove. 

Vanishing  through  boundless  skies ; 
Thus  where  death  shall  be  no  more. 

Sin  nor  suffering  e'er  molest. 
All  my  days  of  mourning  o'er, 

In  his  presence  I  shall  rest. 

425.      C.  P.  M. 

1  I  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives — 
And  gives  to  all,  and  freely  gives 
Life,  peace,  to  those  that  will ; 


328  DEATH. 

I  know  liis  jiidgment-triimp  sliall  sound, 
And  lie,  while  flames  the  earth  around, 
Prove  my  Redeemer  still ! 

2  This  l)e  my  glory !  Death  can  claim 
No  victory,  where  the  Saviour's  name 

In  his  own  blood  is  graven ; 
The  earth  is  but  his  couch  of  rest, 
A  garden,  which  the  Lord  hath  bless'd, 

Where  blow  the  gales  of  heaven. 

3  I  feel,  I  feel  the  breath  of  morn, 
On  golden  wings  of  healing  borne. 

New  life  and  vigor  give  ; 
As  sinks  the  flesh,  I  death  defy ; 
Then  only  while  I  live,  I  die — 

I  die  that  I  may  live ! 

426.      s.  m: 

1  It  is  not  death  to  die — 

To  leave  this  weaiy  road. 
And,  'mid  the  In'otherhood  on  high, 
To  be  at  home  with  God. 

2  It  is  not  death  to  close 

The  eye  long  dimmed  by  tears, 
And  wake,  in  glorious  repose 
To  spend  eternal  years. 

3  Jesus,  thou  Prince  of  life  ! 

Thy  chosen  cannot  die  ; 
Like  thee,  they  conquer  in  the  strife, 
To  I'eign  witli  thee  on  high. 


HEAVE]^.  329 


427.    c.  M. 


1  And  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 

And  let  it  faint  or  die  ! 
My  soul  shall  quit  this  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high ; — 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints. 

And  find  its  long-sought  rest, 
(That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants,) 

In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain ; 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down. 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain : 
I  travel  my  a]')pointed  years. 

Till  my  Deliverer  come, 
And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  Oh,  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me  !— 

Before  my  raptured  eyes 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see. 

And  trees  of  Paradise  ! 
I  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright. 

Who  taste  the  pleasures  there ; 
They  all  are  robed  in  spotless  white, 

And  conquering  palms  they  bear. 

4  Oh,  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here. 

If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet 
With  that  enraptured  host  t'  aj^pear 
And  worship  at  thy  feet ! 


330  DEATH. 

(live  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 
Take  life  or  friends  away  ! 

But  let  me  find  tliem  all  again, 
In  that  eternal  day. 

428.  P.  M. 

1  When  the  spark  of  life  is  waning, 

Weep  not  for  me. 
When  the  languid  eye  is  straining. 

Weep  not  for  me. 
When  the  feeble  pnlse  is  ceasing, 
Start  not  at  its  swift  decreasing ; 
'Tis  the  fettered  soul's  releasing ; 

Weep  not  for  me. 

2  When  the  pangs  of  death  assail  me, 

Weep  not  for  me. 
Christ  is  mine — he  will  not  fail  me  ; 

Weep  not  for  me. 
Yes,  though  sin  and  doubt  endeavor 
Fi'om  his  love  my  soul  to  sever, 
Jesus  is  my  strength  forever ! 

Weep  not  for  me. 

429.  C.  M. 

1  Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  f  irewell. 

With  all  your  feeble  light ; 
Farewell,  thou  ever-changing  moon, 
Pale  empress  of  the  night. 

2  And  thou,  refulgent  orb  of  day. 

In  brighter  flames  ari-ay'd  ; 


HEAVEN.  331 

My  soul,  that,  springs  beyond  thy  sphere, 
No  more  demands  thy  aid. 

3  Ye  stars  are  but  the  shining  dust 

Of  my  divine  abode — 
The  pavement  of  those  heavenly  courts, 
Where  I  shall  see  my  God. 

4  The  Father  of  eternal  light 

Shall  there  his  beams  display ; 
Nor  shall  one  moment's  darkness  mix 
With  that  unvaried  day. 

5  No  more  the  drops  of  piercing  grief 

Shall  swell  into  my  eyes ; 
No  more  the  noon-day  sun  decline, 
Amid  those  brighter  skies. 

6  There  all  the  millions  of  his  saints 

Shall  in  one  song  unite ; 
And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  share, 
With  infinite  delis^ht. 


430.      L.  M. 

1  Ttie  hour  of  my  departure's  come : 

I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home ; 
Now,  O  my  God !  let  trouble  cease, 
And  let  thy  servant  die  in  peace. 

2  The  race  appointed  I  have  run ; 
The  combat's  o'er,  the  prize  is  won ; 
And  now  my  witness  is  on  high, 
And  now  my  record's  in  the  sky. 


332  DEATH. 

3  Not  in  mine  innocence  I  trust ; 
I  bow  before  tliee  in  tlie  dust ; 

And  througli  my  Saviour's  blood  alone 
I  look  for  mercy  at  tby  throne. 

4  I  come,  I  come,  at  tliy  command ; 
I  give  my  spirit  to  thy  hand  ; 
Stretch  forth  thine  everlasting  arms, 
And  shield  me  in  the  last  alarms. 


431.       8s  and  7s. 

1  PAETiisra  soul !  the  flood  awaits  thee, 

And  the  billows  round  thee  roar ; 
Yet  rejoice — the  holy  city 
Stands  on  yon  celestial  shore. 

2  There,  are  crowns  and  thrones  of  glory, 

There,  the  living  waters  glide ; 
There,  the  just  in  shining  raiment. 
Standing  by  Immanuel's  side. 

P»  Linger  not — the  stream  is  narrow, 
Though  its  cold  dark  waters  rise ; 
Pie  who  pass'd  the  flood  before  thee, 
Guides  thy  path  to  yonder  skies. 

432.     7s. 

1  Deathless  principle,  arise  ; 
Soar,  tliou  native  of  the  skies; 
Pearl  of  pi-ice,  by  Jesus  bouglit, 
To  his  glorious  likeness  wrought, 


HEAVEN.  3o3 

Go  to  shine  before  his  throne, 
Deck  his  mediatorial  crown : 
Go,  his  triumphs  to  adorn, 
Born  of  God — to  God  return. 

2  Lo !  he  beckons  from  on  high. 
Fearless,  to  his  presence  tly : 
Thine  the  merit  of  his  blood, 
Thine  tlie  righteousness  of  God. 
Is  thy  earthly  house  distress'd, 
Willing  to  retain  its  guest  ?  _ 
'Tis  not  thou,  but  it,  must  die — 
Fly,  celestial  tenant,  fly  ! 

3  Burst  thy  shackles,  drop  thy  clay, 
Sweetly  breathe  thyself  away : 
Singing,  to  thy  crown  remove. 
Swift  of  wing,  and  fired  with  love. 
Shudder  not  to  pass  the  stream : 
Venture  all  thy  care  on  him ; 
Him,  whose  dying  love  and  power 
Still'd  its  tossing,  hush'd  its  roar. 

4  Saints  in  glory  perfect  made,      . 
Wait  thy  passage  through  the  shade, 
Ardent  for  thy  coming  o'er. 

See,  they  throng  the  blissful  shore : 
Mount,  their  transports  to  improve, 
Join  the  longing  choir  above  ; 
Swiftly  to  their  wish  be  given, 
Kindle  higher  joy  in  heaven. 


334  DEATH. 

433.      7s. 

Parting    Words. 

1  Let  me  go,  the  day  is  breaking, 

Dear  companions,  let  me  go ; 
We  liave  spent  a  night  of  waking 

In  the  wihlerness  below ; 
Upward  now  I  bend  my  way ; 
Part  we  here  at  break  of  day. 

2  Let  me  go ;  I  may  not  tarry 

Wrestling  thus  with  doubts  and  fears ; 
Angels  wait,  my  soul  to  carry 

Where  my  risen  Lord  appears ; 
Friends  and  kindred,  weep  not  so ; 
If  ye  love  me,  let  me  go. 

3  We  have  travell'd  long  together. 

Hand  in  hand,  and  heart  in  heart. 
Both  through  fair  and  stormy  weather — 

And  'tis  hard — 'tis  hard  to  part: 
While  I  sigh  "  Farewell "  to  you, 
Answer,  one  and  all,  "  Adieu." 

4  'Tis  not  darkness  gathering  round  me 

That  withdraws  me  from  your  sight; 
Walls  of  flesh  no  more  can  bound  me ; 

But,  translated  into  light. 
Like  the  lark  on  mounting  wing. 
Though  unseen,  you  hear  me  sing. 

5  Heaven's  broad  day  hath  o'er  me  broken, 

Far  beyond  earth's  span  of  sky : 


HEAVEN.  S35 

Am  I  dead  ?     Nay,  by  this  token 

Know  that  I  have  ceased  to  die : 
Would  you  solve  the  mystery  ? 
Come  up  hither — come  and  see. 

434.      7s. 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame ! 
Quit,  O  cpiit  this  mortal  frame ! 
Trembling,  hoj^ing,  lingeruig,  flying, 
Oh  the  pain — the'bliss,  of  dying! 
Cease,  fond  nature  !  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life ! 

Hark,  they  whisper — angels  say, 
"  Sister  spirit,  come  away  !" 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite. 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight. 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath  ? 
Tell  me,  my  soul — can  this  be  death  i 

The  world  recedes  ! — it  disappears  ! 

Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes ! — my  ears 

With  sounds  seraphic  ring  ! 

Lend,  lend  your  wings  !  1  mount !  I  fly  ! 

O  grave  !  where  is  thy  victory  ? 

O  death  !  where  is  thy  sting  ? 


435.      7s. 


"  Spieit,  leave  thy  house  of  clay ! 

Lingering  dust,  resign  thy  breath ! 
Spirit,  cast  thy  chaiiis  away ! 

Dust !  be  thou  dissolved  in  death !" 


336  DEATH. 

2  Thus  the  almighty  Saviour  speaks, 

While  the  faithful  Christian  dies : 
Thus  the  bonds  of  life  he  breaks, 
And  the  ransom'd  captive  flies ! 

3  "  Prisoner,  long  detained  below  ! 

Prisoner,  now  with  freedom  Ijless'd ! 
Welcome  from  a  world  of  woe. 
Welcome  to  a  land  of  rest !" 

4  Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sing. 

As  they  bear  the  soul  on  high, 
While  with  hallelujahs  ring 
All  the  regions  of  the  sky ! 

5  Grave,  the  guardian  of  our  dust ! 

Grave,  the  treasury  of  the  skies  ! 
Every  atom  of  thy  trust 
Kests  in  hope  again  to  rise. 

6  Hark !  the  judgment-trumpet  calls — 

"  Soul,  rebuild  thy  house  of  clay  ; 
Immortality  thy  walls, 
And  eternity  thy  day." 

436.       L.  M. 

1  How  l)less'd  the  righteous  when  they  die ! 

When  holy  souls  retire  to  rest, 
How  mildly  beams  the  closing  eye ! 

How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away : 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er : 


HEAVEN".  667 

So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day : 
So  dies  a  wave  along  tlie  shore. 

3  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 

Where  lio^hts  and  shades  alternate  dwell ! 
How  bright  th'  unchanging  morn  appears ! 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell ! 


437.      C.  M. 

1  Behold  the  western  evening  light !  • , 

It  melts  in  deepening  gloom  ; 
So  calmly  Christians  sink  away, 
Descending  to  the  tomb. 

2  The  winds  breathe  low — the  withering  leaf 

Scarce  whispers  from  the  tree ; 
So  gently  flows  the  parting  breath. 
When  good  men  cease  to  be. 

3  How  beautiful  on  all  the  hills, 

The  crimson  li^-ht  is  shed ! 
'Tis  like  the  peace  the  Christian  gives 
To  mourners  round  his  bed. 

4  How  mildly  on  the  wandering  cloud 

The  sunset  beam  is  cast ! 
'Tis  like  the  memory  left  behind. 
When  loved  ones  breathe  their  last. 

5  And  lo  !  above  the  dews  of  night 

The  vesper  star  appears ! 
So  faith  lights  up  the  mourner's  heart. 
Whose  eyes  are  dim  with  tears. 
15 


3o8  DEATH. 

6  Niglit  falls,  but  soon  the  morning  light 
Its  glories  shall  restore  ; 
And  thus  the  eyes  now  seaPd  in  death 
Shall  wake,  to  close  no  more. 

438.       S.  H.  M. 

1  This  place  is  holy  ground  ; 

World,  with  thy  cares,  away ! 
Silence  and  darkness  reign  around ; 

But.  lo  !  the  break  of  day : 
What  bright  and  sudden  dawn  appears, 
To  shine  u^oon  this  scene  of  tears ! 

2  Eternity  and  time 

Met  for  a  moment  here ; 
From  earth  to  heaven,  a  scale  sublime 

Rested  on  either  sphere. 
Whose  steps  a  saintly  figure  trod, 
By  Death's  cold  hand  led  home  to  God. 

3  Behold  the  bed  of  death — 

This  pale  and  lovely  clay ! 
Heard  ye  the  sob  of  parting  breath  ? 

Marked  ye  the  eyes'  last  ray  ? 
No ! — life  so  sweetly  ceased  to  be, 
It  lapsed  in  immortality. 

4  Bury  the  dead — and  weep, 

In  stillness,  o'er  the  loss ; 
Bury  the  dead — ^in  Christ  they  sleep. 

Who  bore  on  earth  his  cross ; 
And,  from  the  grave,  their  dust  shall  rise 
In  his  own  image  to  the  skies. 


HEAVEN. 


439.      0.  M. 


339 


1  Dear  as  thou  wert,  and  justly  dear, 

We  would  not  weep  for  thee ; 
One  thought  shall  check  the  starting  tear 
It  is — that  thou  art  free. 

2  And  thus  shall  faith's  consoling  power 

The  tears  of  love  restrain ; 
O  !  who  that  saw  thy  parting  hour 
Could  wish  thee  here  again ! 

3  Gently  the  passing  spirit  fled, 

Sustained  by  grace  divine  : 
O  may  such  grace  on  us  be  shed, 
And  make  our  end  like  thine. 


441).       L.  M. 

1  So  fades  the  lovely,  blooming  flower, 
Frail  smiling  solace  of  an  hour ! 

So  soon  our  transient  comforts  fly. 
And  pleasure  only  blooms  to  die. 

2  Is  there  no  kind,  no  lenient  art, 
To  heal  the  anguish  of  the  heart  ? 
Spirit  of  grace !  be  ever  nigh, 
Thy  comforts  are  not  made  to  die. 

3  Bid  gentle  patience  smile  on  pain. 
Till  dying  hope  shall  live  again  ; 
Hope  wipes  the  tear  from  sorrow's  eye. 
While  faith  points  upward  to  the  sky. 


340  DEATH. 

441.     c.  M. 

1  That  once  lovM  form,  now  cold  and  dead, 

Eacli  mournful  tliouglit  employs : 
And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 
And  wither'd  all  her  joys. 

2  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 

When  what  we  now  deplore. 

Shall  rise  in  full,  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

3  Then  cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  tears ; 

Religion  points  on  high  ; 
There  everlasting  spring  appears, 
And  joys  which  cannot  die. 

442.       L.M.    6  1. 

1  No  bitter  tears  for  thee  be  shed. 

Blossom  of  being !  seen  and  gone  ! 
With  flowers  alone  we  strew  thy  bed, 

O  ever  dear,  departed  one ! 
Whose  all  of  life,  a  rosy  ray, 
Blush'd  into  dawn,  and  pass'd  away. 

2  Oh!  hadst  thou  still  on  earth  remained. 

Vision  of  beauty !  fair  as  brief ! 
How  soon  thy  brightness  had  been  stained 

With  earthly  passion,  or  with  grief ! 
Now  not  a  sullying  breath  can  rise 
To  dim  thy  glory  in. the  skies. 


HEAVEN.  3-il 

443.     CM. 

(A.  D.  1650.) 

Lament  on  the  Death  of  a  Son. 

1  Tiiou'et  mine,  yes,  still  thou  art  mine  own ! 

Who  tells  me  thou  art  lost  ? 
But  yet  thou  art  not  mine  alone — • 
My  earthly  hopes  are  cross' d. 

2  I  long  for  thee,  my  son,  my  own, 

But  He  who  once  hath  given. 
Will  have  thee  now  before  his  throne, 
To  live  with  him  in  heaven. 

3  And  now  I  need  not  fear  for  thee, 

Where  thou  art,  all  is  well ; 
For  thou  thy  Father's  face  dost  see. 
With  Jesus  thou  dost  dwell. 

4  Yes,  cloudless  joys  around  him  glow, 

His  heart  aches  not  like  mine ;    • 
Angels  that  guard  us  here  below 
He  sees  around  him  shine  : 

5  He  hears  their  singing  evermore; 

His  little  voice,  too,  sings ; 
He  drinks  of  wisdom's  deepest  lore. 
He  speaks  of  secret  things. 

6  Oh  that  I  could  but  watch  afar, 

And  hearken  but  awhile. 
To  that  sweet  song  that  hath  no  jar, 
And  see  his  heavenly  smile : 


342  DEATH. 

Y  Aud  I  should  say :  Stay  there,  my  son, 
My  wild  laments  are  o'er ; 
O  well  for  thee  that  thou  hast  won ; 
I  call  thee  back  no  more  : 

8  Then  be  it  as  my  Father  wills, 
I  will  not  weep  for  thee ; 
Thou  livest,  joy  thy  spirit  fills — 
Soon  I  thy  joy  shall  see. 

tl:-j:4.      8s  and  7s. 
{^Fourth  Century.^ 

1  Child,  by  God's  sweet  mercy  given 

To  thy  mother  and  to  me, 
Entering  this  world  of  sorrows, 

By  his  grace,  so  fair  to  see ; 
Fair  as  some  sweet  flower  in  summer. 

Till  death's  hand  on  thee  was  laid, 
Scorch'd  the  l)eauty  from  my  flower. 

Made  the  tender  petals  fade. 

2  Still  thy  voice,  thy  childish  singing, 

Sound eth  ever  in  my  ears ; 
•   Still  I  listen  and  remember. 

Till  mine  eyes  do  gather  tears ; 
Nature  fain  would  have  me  weeping — 
Love  asserts  her  mournful  right ; 
•     But  I  answer,  they  have. brought  IIkm^ 
To  the  ha|)py  world  of  light : 

3  And  I  fear  that  my  lamentings 

As  I  speak  thy  cherish'd  name. 
Desecrate  the  royal  dwelling — 
Fear  to  meet  deserved  blame, 


HEAVEN.  843 

If  I  press  witli  tears  of  anguisli 

Into  the  abodes  of  joy; 
Therefore  will  I,  meekly  l)owing, 

Offer  thee  to  God,  my  boy. 

445.      lis. 

1  Weep  not  for  those  whom  the  veil  of  the  tomb, 

In  life's  happy  morning,  hath  hid  from  our 

Ere  grief  threw  a  blight  o'er  the  spirit's  young 
bloom, 
Or  earth  had  profan'd  what  was  born  for 
the  skies. 

2  Death  chill'd  the  fair  fountain  ere  sorrow  had 

stain'd  it ; 
'Twas  frozen  in  all  the  pure  light  of  its 

course. 
And  but  sleeps  till  the  sunshine  of  heaven 

has  unchain'd  it. 
To  water  that  Eden  where  first  was  its 

source. 

3  Weep  not  for  her ;  in  her  spring-time  she  flew 

To  that  land  where  the  wings  of  the  soul 

are  unflirl'd, 
And  now,  like  a  star  beyond  evening's  cold 

dew, 
Looks  radiantly  down  on  the  tears  of  this 

world. 


3i4  DEATH. 


446.  C.  M. 

1  Calm  on  tlie  l^osom  of  tliy  God, 

Young  spii'it,  rest  thee  now  ! 
Ev'n  wliile  with  us  thy  footsteps  trod, 
His  seal  was  on  thy  brow. 

2  Dust  to  its  narrow  house  Ijeneath  ! 

-  Soul,  to  its  rest  on  high  ! 
■    They  that  have  seen  thy  look  in  death 
No  more  may  fear  to  die. 

447.  C.  M. 

1  Another  hand  is  l)eckoning  us, 

Another  call  is  given ; 
And  glows  once  more  with  angel  steps 
The  path  that  leads  to  heaven. 

2  Unto  our  Father's  will  alone 

One  thought  hath  reconciled ; 
That  He  whose  love  exceedeth  ours 
Hath  taken  home  his  child. 

3  Fold  her,  O  Father,  in  thine  arms. 

And  let  her  henceforth  be 
A  messenger  of  love  between 
Our  human  hearts  and  thee. 

4  Still  let  her  mild  rebukings  stand 

Between  us  and  the  wrons", 
And  her  dear  memory  serve  to  make 
Our  faith  in  goodness  strong. 


HEAVEN.  3^5 

448.       L.  M. 


1  How  blest  are  they  wliose  transient  years 

Pass  like  an  evening  meteor's  flight ! 
Not  dark  with  guilt,  nor  dim  with  tears ; 
Whose  course  is  short,  unclouded,  l)right. 

2  Oh,  cheerless  were  our  lengthened  way ; 

But  heaven's  own  light  dispels  the  gloom, 
Streams  downward  from  eternal  day, 
'  And  casts  a  glory  round  the  tomb. 

B  Oh,  stay  thy  tears ;  the  blest  above^ 

Have  hailed  a  spirit's  heavenly  birth, 
And  sung  a  song  of  joy  and  love; 

Then  why  should  anguish  reign  on  earth  ? 


449.       lis  and  6s. 

1  Far,  far  o'er  hill  and  dell,  on  the  winds  steal- 

ing. 
List  to  the  tolling  bell,  mournfully  pealing, 
Hark,  hark,  it  seems  to  say,  as  melt  those 

sounds  away. 
So  earth's  best  joys  decay,  whilst  new  their 

feeling. 

2  O  when  our  mortal  ties  death  shall  dissever, 
Lord,  may  we  reach  the  skies  where  grief 

comes  never. 
And  in  eternal  day,  joining  th'  angels'  lay, 
To  our  Creator  pay  homage  forever. 
15* 


M4t)  DEATH. 

3  When  in  their  lonely  bed  loved  ones  are  lying; 
When  joyful  wings  are  S23read  to  heaven  fly- 

inoc  • 

Would  we  to  sin  and  pain,  call  back  their 
souls  again, 
Weave  round  their  hearts  tlie  chain  severed 
in  dying  ? 

4  No,  dearest  Jesus,  no  !  to  Thee,  their  Saviour, 
Let  their  free  spirits  go,  ransomed  for  ever  : 

Heirs  of  unending  joy,  theirs  is  the  victory ; 
Thine  let  the  glory  be,  now  and  for  ever. 

450.       L.  M. 

1  From  his  low  bed  of  mortal  dust, 

Escap'd  the  ])rison  of  his  clay, 
The  new  inheritant  of  bliss 

To  heaven  directs  his  upward  way. 

2  Ye  fields !  that  witnessed  once  his  tears. 

Ye  winds  !  that  wafted  oft  his  sighs. 
Ye  mountains !  where  he  breath'd  his  prayers 
When  sorrow's  shadows  veil'd  his  eyes — 

3  No  nioi'e  the  weary  pilgrim  mourns. 

No  more  affliction  wrings  his  heai't ; 
Th'  unfettered  soul  to  God  returns — 
For  ever  he  and  anguish  part ! 

4  Receive,  O  eartli,  his  faded  form, 

In  tliy  cold  bosom  let  it  lie ; 
Safe  let  it  rest  from  every  storm — 
Soon  must  it  rise,  no  more  to  die. 


HEAVEX.  847 

451.      lOs. 

1  Go  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious  prime, 

In  full  activity  of  zeal  and  power ; 
A  Christian  cannot  die  before  his  time, 
The  Lord's  appointment  is  the  ser\'ant's  hour. 

2  Go  to  the  grave ;  at  noon  from  lalwr  cease  ; 

Rest  on  thy  sheaves,  thy  harvest  task  is  done ; 
Come  from  the  heat  of  battle,  and  in  peace, 
Soldier,  go  home ;  with  thee  the  fight  is  won. 

3  Go  to  the  grave ;  for  there  thy  Saviour  lay 

In  death's  emljraces,  ere  he  rose  on  high ; 
.    And  all  the  ransom'd,  by  that  narrow  way, 
Pass  to  eternal  life  beyond  the  sky. 

4  Go  to  the  grave  ! — no,  take  thy  seat  above ; 

Be  thy  pure  spirit  present  with  the  Lord, 
Where  thou,  for  faith  and  hope,  hast  perfect 
love. 
And  open  vision  for  the  written  Word. 

452.      s.  M. 

1  Seevant  of  God,  well  done  ! 

Rest  from  thy  loved  emplo}^ ; 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won, 
Enter  thy  Master's  joy. 

2  The  voice  at  midnight  came, 

He  started  up  to  hear ; 
A  mortal  arrow  jiierced  his  frame, 
He  fell, — l^ut  felt  no  fear. 


348  J)EATH. 

3  His  spirit,  witli  a  hound, 

Burst  its  encumbering  clay ; 
His  tent,  at  sunrise,  on  the  ground, 
A  darken'd  ruin  lay. 

4  The  pains  of  deatli  are  past, 

Lai) or  and  sorrow  cease  ; 
And,  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 
His  soul 'is  found  in  peace. 

5  Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done  ! 

Praise  be  thy  new  employ. 
And,  while  eternal  ages  run. 
Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy. 

453.       CM. 

Death' of  an  aged  Minister. 

1  Champiotst  of  Jesus !  man  of  God, 

Servant  of  Christ,  well  done  ! 
Thy  path  of  thorns  hath  now  been  trod. 
Thy  red-cross  crown  is  won  ! 

2  No  gloom  of  fear  hath  glazed  his  eye. 

For,  though  loud  billows  roll. 
The  Aurora  of  eternity 
Is  risini?  on  his  soul. 

3  Yet  who  so  humbly  walk'd  as  he, 

A  conqueror  in  the  field. 
Wreathing  the  rose  of  victory 
Around  his  radiant  shield  ? 

4  As  silvery  clouds  at  eventide 

Float  on  the  ])almy  gale. 


BURIAL,  S^^ 

Nor  seem  to  lieed  the  stars  they  hide 
Behind  their  fleecy  veil ; 

5  So  lowly  sense  of  slightest  worth 

Fresh  graces  o'er  him  threw ; 
For  he  unconscious  lived  on  earth, 
Of  all  the  praise  he  drew. 

6  Champion  of  Jesus !  on  that  breast 

From  whence  thy  fervor  flowed, 
Thou  hast  obtain'd  eternal  rest — 
The  bosom  of  thy  God ! 

454.      7s. 

1  "  Earth  to  earth,  and  dust  to  dust !" 
Here  the  evil  and  the  just, 

Here  the  youthful  and  the  old. 
Here  the  fearful  and  the  bold. 
Here  the  vassal  and  the  king, 
Side  by  side  lie  withering ; 
Here  the  sword  and  sceptre  rust — 
"  Earth  to  earth,  and  dust  to  dust !" 

2  Age  on  age  shall  roll  along, 

O'er  this  pale  and  mighty  throng : 
Brothers,  sisters,  of  the  worm — 
Summer's  sun,  or  winter's  storm. 
Song  of  peace,  or  battle's  roar. 
Ne'er  shall  break  their  slumbers  more ; 
Death  shall  keep  his  solemn  trust — 
"  Earth  to  earth,  and  dust  to  dust !" 

3  But  a  day  is  coming  fast. 

Earth,  thy  mightiest  and  thy  last ; 


350  p.rRiAL. 

Tremble,  then,  thou  sullen  tonil), 
Then  Death's  Conqueror  shall  come; 
Heaven  shall  open  on  our  sight, 
Earth  shall  blaze  in  living  light ; 
Now  in  hope  of  Him  we  trust — 
"  Earth  to  earth,  and  dust  to  dust !" 

455.     c.  M. 

1  Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  would  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  'i 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay ; 
There  hopes  immortal  bloom. 

4  The  graves  of  all  the  saints  he  bless'd, 

And  soften'd  ev'ry  bed  : 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  the  dying  Head  ? 

45().        8s  and  7s. 

1  BEOTiiEn,  thou  ai't  gone  before  us ; 
Where  thy  saintly  soul  is  flown 
Tears  are  wiped  away  forever  ; 
Sin  and  soi-row  are  unknown: 


HEAVEN.  3ol 

There  tlioii'rt  sui'e  to  meet  the  holy, 
Whom  on  earth  thou  lovedst  best, 

Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

2  All  the  toilsome  way  thou'st  travelled, 

And  hast  borne  the  heavy  load ; 
Christ  hath  taught  thy  footsteps  languid 

Now  to  reach  his  blest  abode : 
Thou  art  sleeping  now,  like  Lazarus, 

Resting  on  his  father's  breast. 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling. 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

3  "  Earth  to  earth,"  in  peaceful  slumber, 

Now  the  solemn  words  are  said. 
Here  we  lay  the  turf  above  thee. 

And  we  seal  thy  narrow  bed ; 
But  thy  saintly  spirit,  brother. 

Dwells  among  the  faithful  l)lest. 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling. 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

457.      L.  M. 

1  Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb  ! 

Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust ; 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room. 
To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 

Inva.de  thy  bounds.     No  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here. 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 


352  EUKIAL. 

3  So  Jesus  slept ; — God's  dying  Son 

Pass'd  throiigli  tlie  grave,  and  l)lest  the  bed ; 
Rest  here,  Idlest  saint,  till  from  liis  throne 
The  morning  break,  and  j^ierce  the  shade. 

4  Break  from  his  throne,  ilkistrions  morn ; 

Attend,  O  earth  !  his  sov'reign  word  ; 
Restore  thy  trust — a  glorious  form 
Shall  tlien  arise  to  meet  the  Lord. 


458.      L.  M.    6  1. 
(A.  D.  1725.) 

1  ISTow  rests  her  soul  in  Jesus'  arms, 

Her  body  in  the  grave  sleeps  well, 
His  heart  her  death-chill'd  heart  re-warms, 

And  rest  more  deep  than  tongue  can  tell — 
Her  few  l)rief  hours  of  conflict  pass'd — 
She  finds  with  Christ,  her  Friend,  at  last. 

2  She  bathes  in  tranquil  seas  of  peace : 

God  wipes  away  her  tears,  she  feels 
New  life  that  all  her  languor  heals, 

The  gloi-y  of  the  Lamb  she  sees : 
She  hath  escap'd  all  danger  now, 
The  crown  of  joy  is  on  her  brow. 

459.     12s. 

1  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  !  but  we  will  not 
deplore  thee, 
Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass 
the  tomb ; 


HEAVEN.  353 

The  Saviour  liatli  passed  througli  its  portals 
before  tliee, 
And  tlie  lamp  of  liis  love  is  thy  guide 
through  the  gloom, 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave !  we  no  longer 

behold  thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  wo-rld  by 
thy  side ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to 
•  enfold  thee, 
And  sinners  may  hope,  for  the  Sinless  hath 
died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave !  and,  its  mansion 

forsaking. 

Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  doubt  linger- 
ed long : 
But  the  sunshine  of  glory  beamed  bright  on 
thy  waking. 

And  full  on  thine  ear  burst  the  seraphim's 
song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  !  but  we  will  not 

deplore  thee. 
Since  God  was  thy  Ransom,  thy  Guardian, 
and  Guide : 
He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will  re- 
store thee ; 
And  death  hath  no  sting,  for  the  Saviour 
hath  died. 


354  HKAVEN. 


4()0.       8s  and  7s. 


1  Why  lament  tlie  Christian  dying  ? 

Why  indulge  in  tears  or  gloom  ? 
Calmly  on  the  Lord  relying, 
He  can  greet  the  opening  toml). 

2  What  if  death,  with  icy  fingers, 

x\ll  the  fount  of  life  cono:eals  I 

'Tis  not  there  thy  brother  lingers, 

'Tis  not  death  his  spirit  feels. 

B  Scenes  seraphic,  high  and  glorious, 
Now  forbid  his  longer  stay ; 
See  him  rise  o'er  death  victorious, 
Angels  beckon  him  away. 

4  Hark !  the  golden  harps  are  ringing. 
Sounds  unearthly  fill  his  ear : 
Millions  now  in  heaven  singing. 
Greet  his  joyful  entrance  there. 

461.       L.  M.     6  1. 

1  The  mourners  came  at  break  of  day, 

Unto  the  garden  sepulchre. 
With  saddened  hearts  to  weep  and  pray 

For  Him,  the  loved  one,  buried  there 
Wliat  radiant  light  dispels  the  gloom  ? 
An  angel  sits  beside  the  ti)mb. 

2  The  earth  doth  mourn  her  treasures  lost, 

All  sepulchred  beneath  the  snow. 
When  wintry  winds  and  chilling  frost 
Have  laid  lier  summer  glories  low ; 


HEAVEN.  3.j5 

The  spring  returns,  the  flowerets  bloom — 
An  angel  sits  beside  the  tomb. 

Then  mourn  we  not  beloved  dead, 

Ev'n  while  we  come  to  weep  and  pray ; 

The  happy  spirit  hath  l)ut  fled 

To  })righter  realms  of  heavenly  day : 

Immortal  hope  dispels  the  gloom — 

An  auffel  sits  beside  the  tomb. 


& 


462.     CM. 

1  Why  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow, 

When  God  recalls  his  own, 
And  bids  them  leave  a  world  of  woe 
For  an  immortal  crown  ? 

2  Is  not  ev'n  death  a  gain  to  those 

Whose  life  to  God  was  given  ? 
Gladly  to  earth  their  eyes  tliey  close, 
To  open  them  in  heaven. 

3  Their  toils  are  past,  their  work  is  done, 

And  they  are  fnlly  l)lest ; 
They  fought  the  fight,  the  victory  won, 
And  entered  into  rest. 

4  Then  let  our  sorrows  cease  to  flow ; 

God  has  recalled  his  own : 
But  let  our  hearts,  in  every  woe. 
Still  say,  "Thy  will  be  done  !" 


856  HEAVEN". 


463.      c.  M. 

1  Take  comfort,  Cliristians,  wlieu  your  friends 

111  Jesus  fall  asleep ; 
Their  Ijetter  being  never  ends ; 
Then  why  dejected  wee23  ? 

2  Why  inconsolable,  as  those 

To  whom  no  hope  is  given  ? 
Death  is  the  messenger  of  peace, 
And  calls  the  soul  to  heaven. 

3  A  few  short  years  of  evil  past. 

We  reach  the  happy  shore, 
Where  death-divided  friends,  at  last, 
Shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 


464.     s.  H.  M. 

1  Frietn^d  after  fi-iend  depai-ts : 

Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  ? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts 

That  finds  not  here  an  end : 
Were  this  frail  world  our  final  rest. 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 

2  Beyond  the  flight  of  time. 

Beyond  this  vale  of  death. 
There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath, — 
Nor  life's  affectiojrs  transient  fire. 
Whose  sparks  fly  upward  to  expire. 


HEAVEN".  357 

There  is  a  world  above, 

Where  parting  is  unknown, 
A  whole  eternity  of  love. 

Formed  for  the  good  alone ; 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 
Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 

Thus  star  by  star  declines. 

Till  all  are  passed  away. 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines, 

To  pure  and  perfect  day : 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night — 
They  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own  light. 


4cG5.    L.  M. 

1  Why  should  we  weep  for  those  who  die. 

Those  blessed  ones  who  weep  no  more  ? 
Jesus  hath  called  them  to  the  sky. 
And  gladly  have  they  gone  before. 

2  A  few  short  days  they  lingered  here, 

Th'  appointed  span  of  trial  knew ; 
Dropped — early  dropped  the  parting  tear. 
And  early  now  have  parted  too. 

3  Up,  up,  in  swift  ascent,  they  rise. 

Star  after  star  of  living  light ! 
Why  should  we  mourn  that  midnight  skies 
Become  with  added  glories  bright  ? 


358  HEAVEN, 

4  For  them  no  bitter  tear  we  shed, — 

Their  night  of  pain  and  grief  is  o'er,— 
But  weep  our  lonely  path  to  tread. 
And  see  the  forms  we  loved,  no  more. 

466.    .CM. 

1  The  dead  are  like  the  stars  by  day, 

Withdrawn  from  mortal  eye, 
Yet  holding  nnperceivecl  their  way 
Through  the  unclouded  sky. 

2  By  them,  through  holy  hope  and  love, 

We  feel,  in  houi's  serene, 
Connected  with  a  woi'ld  above, 
Immortal  and  unseen. 

8  For  death  his  sacred  seal  hath  set 
On  bright  and  by-gone  hours ; 
And  they  we  mourn  are  with  us  yet. 
Are  more  than  ever  ours  ; — 

4  Ours,  l)y  the  pledge  of  love  and  faith— 
By  hopes  of  heaven  on  high — 
By  trust,  triumphant  over  death — 
In  immortality. 


46T.        L.  M. 

As,  'midst  the  ever  rolling  sea, 
Th'  eternal  isles  established  be, 
'(xainst  which  the  surges  of  the  main 
Fret,  (hish,  and  l)reak  themselves  in  vain 


HEAVEN. 


859 


As,  in  the  heavens,  the  nrns  divine 

Of  golden  light  for  ever  shine ; 

Tho'  clouds  may  darken,  storms  may  rage, 

They  still  shine  on  from  age  to  age : — 

So,  through  the  ocean-tide  of  years. 
The  memory  of  the  jnst  appears  ; 
So,  through  the  tempest  and  the  gloom. 
The  good  man's  virtues  light  the  tomb. 


468.     C.  M. 

{^Seventeenth  Century.) 

1  They  all  are  gone  to  th'  world  of  light. 

Alone  I  linger  here  ! 
Their  memory  is  fair  and  bright. 
And  my  sad  heart  doth  cheer. 

2  It  glows  within  my  cloudy  breast, 

Like  stars  on  some  dark  grove. 
Or  those  faint  beams  on  heights  that  rest, 
After  the  sun's  remove. 

3  I  see  them  walking  far  on  high. 

In  light  that  dims  my  days ; 
O  holy  hope !  at  last  that  I 

Those  heav'nly  paths  may  trace. 

4  Fair  Death !  bright  jewel  of  the  just ! 

Shining  but  in  the  dark ; 
What  myst'ries  lie  beyond  thy  dust. 
Could  man  outlook  that  mark ! 


360  HEAVEN. 

5  Who  finds  some  fleclg'd  bird's  nest,  may  know 

At  once  the  bird  is  flown ; 
But  what  fair  grove  he  sings  in  now, 
That  is  to  him  nnknown. 

6  Father  of  life  !  to  thee  recall 

The  soul  that  sprung  from  thee  ! 
Release  it  fi'om  this  world  of  thrall 
To  heaven's  true  liberty. 

469.     c.  M. 

The   Wish. 

1  Not  for  the  pious  dead  we  weej) ; 

Their  sorrows  now  are  o'er : 
The  sea  is  calm,  the  tempest  past, 
On  that  eternal  shore. 

2  Their  peace  is  seal'd,  their  rest  is  sure, 

Within  that  better  home  ; 
AAvhile  we  weep  and  linger  here. 
Then  follow  to  the  tomb. 

3  And  is  the  awful  veil  withdrawn 

That  shrouds  from  mortal  eyes, 
In  deep,  impenetrable  gloom. 
The  secrets  of  the  skies  ? 

4  O  might  some  dream  of  vision'd  T)liss, 

Some  trance  of  rapture  show, 
Where,  on  the  bosom  of  their  God, 
They  rest  from  human  woe  ! 


HEAVElSr.  361 

470.     p.  M. 

The  Response. 

1  I  shuste  in  the  light  of  God  ; 

His  likeness  stamps  my  brow  ;. 
Thro'  the  shadow  of  death  my  feet  have  trod 
And  I  reign  in  glory  now : 

2  I  have  found  the  joy  of   heaven, 

I  am  one  of  the  angel  band ; 
To  my  head  a  crown  is  given, 
A  harp  is  in  my  hand : 

3  I  have  learned  the  song  they  sing. 

Whom  Jesus  hath  made  free  ; 
And  the  glorious  halls  of  heaven  still  ring 
With  my  new-born  melody. 

4  No  sin,  no  grief,  no  pain. 

Safe  in  my  happy  home, 
My  fears  all  fled,  my  doubts  all  slain. 
My  hour  of  triumph  come. 

5  No  breaking  heart  is  here. 

No  keen  and  thrilling  pain. 
No  wasted  cheek,  where  the  frequent  tear 
Hath  rolled  and  left  its  stain. 

6  O  friends  of  my  mortal  years. 

The  trusted  and  the  true, 
You  are  walking  still  in  the  vale  of  tears, 
But  I  wait  to  welcome  you. 

7  Do  I  forget  ?  O,  no  ! 

For  memory's  golden  chain 
16 


\ 


362  HEAVEN. 

Still  binds  my  heart  to  the  hearts  below, 
Till  they  meet  and  touch  again. 

8  Each  link  is  strono-  and  brio^ht, 

And  love's  electric  flame 
Flows  freely  down  like  a  river  of  light, 
To  the  world  from  which  I  came. 

9  Do  you  mourn  when  another  star 

Shines  out  from  the  glittering  sky  ? 
Do  you  weep  when  the  noise  of  war 
And  the  ras-e  of  conflict  die  ? 

10  Then  why  should  your  tears  roll  down, 
And  your  hearts  be  sorely  riven 
For  another  gem  in  the  Saviour's  crown. 
Another  soul  in  heaven  ? 


471.     s.  M. 

"  Forever  with  the  Lord  !" 

Amen  !  so  let  it  be  : 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word ; 

'Tis  immortality  ! 


2  My  Father's  house  on  high, 
5X.V  Home  of  my  soul!  how  near. 

At  times,  to  faith's  foreseeing  eye, 
Thy  golden  gates  appear ! 

8  "  Forever  with  the  Lord  !" 
Father,  if  'tis  thy  will. 
The  ]^romise  of  that  faithful  word 
Ev'u  here  to  me  fulflll. 


HEAVEN.  363 

4  Be  tliou  at  my  right  hand; 

Then  can  I  never  fail : 
Uphold  thou  me,  and  I  shall  stand ; 
Help,  and  I  must  prevail. 

5  So,  when  my  latest  breath 

Shall  rend  the  veil  in  twain. 
By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 
And  life  eternal  gain. 

6  Knowing  as  I  am  known, 

How  shall  I  love  that  word. 
And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, 
"  Forever  with  the  Lord !" 


472.        L.  M. 

1  Asleep  in  Jesus !  blessed  sleep ! 
From  which  none  ever  wake  to  weep : 
A  calm  and  undisturb'd  i-epose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  O  how  sweet, 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ; 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing, 

That  death  hath  lost  its  venom'd  sting ! 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !   far  from  thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be  : 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep. 
From  which  none  ever  wake  to  weep. 


164  THE   GRAVE. 


473.     C.  M. 


1  I  TiiiisrK  upon  the  gentle  mould 

Where  Christ's  disciples  lie 
Like  sheep  within  their  shepherd's  fold, 
Beneath  their  shepherd's  eye  ! 

2  I  think  how  sweet  to  lay  me  down, 

Where,  gather'd  side  by  side. 
They  wait  their  resurrection-crown. 
Ensured,  since  Jesus  died. 

3  Tho'  there  Death  strains  his  stingless  power, 

And  digs  the  narrow  bed, 
He  may  not  touch  the  tenderest  flower 
That  blooms  above  the  dead. 

4  I've  watched  it,  as  the  dew-drops  fell. 

In  tearful  beauty  blow. 
And  smile  the  live-long  day,  to  tell 
How  sweet  the  rest  below. 

5  Such  be  my  rest !  I  ask  no  show 

To  gild  the  dark  vale's  gloom ; 
Nor  golden  pageantry  to  strew 
A  pathway  to  the  tomb : 

6  But  one  fond  tear  from  those  I  love, 

As  dust  to  dust  is  given ; 
And  one  bright  flower  to  bloom  above, 
And  note  my  hope  of  heaven ! 


RESUERECTION.  365 


474.         L.    M. 

1  When  he,  who  from  tlie  scourge  of  wrong 

Aroused  the  chosen  tribes  to  fly, 
Saw  the  fair  region,  promised  long, 
And  bowed  him  on  the  hills  to  die, — 

2  God  made  his  grave  to  men  unknown. 

Where  Moab's  rocks  a  vale  infold. 
And  laid  the  aged  seer  alone. 

To  slumber  while  the  world  grows  old. 

3  Thus  still,  whene'er  the  good  and  just 

Close  the  dim  eye  on  life  and  pain. 
Heaven  watches  o'er  their  sleeping  dust, 
Till  the  pure  spirit  comes  again. 

4  Though  nameless,  trampled,  and  forgot. 

His  servant's  humble  ashes  lie. 
Yet  God  has  marked  and  sealed  the  spot, 
To  call  its  inmate  to  the  sky. 

475.       C.  M. 

1  TiiEOUGii  sorrow's  night,  and  danger's  path, 

Amid  the  deepening  gloom. 
We,  followers  of  a  suffering  Lord, 
Are  moving  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 

And  all  our  powers  decay. 
Our  cold  remains  in  solitude 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 


866  RESUREECTION". 

3  Our  labors  done,  securely  laid 

In  this  our  last  retreat, 
Unheeded,  o'er  our  silent  dust, 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

4  Yet  not  thus  lifeless,  thus  inane, 

The  vital  spark  shall  lie ; 
For  o'er  life's  wreck  that  spark  shall  rise 
To  seek  its  kindred  sky. 

5  .These  ashes  too,  this  little  dust. 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep. 
Till  the  last  an2:el  rise  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

6  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 
And  the  long  silent  dust  shall  wake, 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 

476.       C.  M. 

1  When  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 
This  rending  earth  shall  shake — 
When  op'ning  graves  shall  yield  their  charge. 
And  dust  to  life  awake ; — 

9.  Those  bodies,  that  corrupted  fell. 
Shall  incorrupted  rise ; 
And  mortal  forms  shall  sprmg  to  life 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 

3  Behold,  what  heavenly  prophets  sung, 
Is  now  at  last  fulfil  I'd — 
That  death  should  yield  his  ancient  reign, 
And,  vanquish'd,  quit  the  field. 


DAY    OF   JUDGMENT.  367 

Let  faith  exalt  lier  joyful  voice, 

And  thus  begin  to  sing : 
"  O  Grave  !  where  is  thy  triumph  now  ? 

And  where,  O  Death!  thy  sting ^" 

477.       P.  M. 

[Sixteenth  Century.) 

Great  God !  what  do  I  see  and  hear  ? 

The  end  of  things  created ! 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear. 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated : 
The  trumpet  sounds,  the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contained  before ; 

Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  him. 

The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise 
At  the  last  trumpet's  sounding. 

Caught  up  to  meet  him  in  the  skies, 
"With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding : 

No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay. 

His  presence  sheds  eternal  day 
On  those  prepared  to  meet  him. 

.  Great  God !  what  do  I  see  and  hear  ? 

The  end  of  things  created ; 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear. 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated : 
Beneath  his  cross  I  view  the  day 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 

And  thus  prepare  to  meet  him. 


8G8  DAY   OF   JUDGMENT. 

478.  8s,  7s  and  4. 

1  Day  of  Judgment — day  of  wonders  ! 

Hark  ! — the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  ! 

How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound ! 

2  See  the  Judge,  our  nature  wearing. 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine  ! 
You,  who  long  for  his  appearing, 
Then  shall  say,  "  This  God  is  mine  !" 

Gracious  Saviour, 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine  ! 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Kise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea ; 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee : 

Careless  sinner. 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

479.  8s,  7s,  and  4. 

1  Lo !   He  comes  !  with  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ; 

Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 

Swell  the  ti'iumph  of  his  train : 

Hallelujah  !— 
Jesus  comes, — he  comes  to  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  l)ehold  liim, 

Kobed  in  dreadful  majesty ; 


\)\\    UF   JUDGMENT,  369 

Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 
Pierced  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see  ! 

3  Lo  !   the  last  long  separation  ! 

As  the  cleaving  crowds  divide  ; 
And  one  dread  adjudication 
Sends  each  soul  to  either  side ! 

Lord  of  mercy ! 
How  shall  I  that  day  abide ! 

480.      7s. 

Dies  Ir^.      [Thirteenth  Centxry.) 

1  O  THAT  Day,  that  Day  of  ire. 
Told  of  prophet,  when  in  fire, 
Shall  a  w^orld  dissolv'd  expire ! 

2  O  what  trembling  agony. 
When  his  coming  shall  be  nigh. 
Who  shall  all  things  judge  and  try  ! 

3  When  the  trumpet's  thrilling  tone. 
Through  the  tombs  of  ages  gone. 
Summons  all  before  tlie  throne. 

4  Death  and  "Nature  stand  aghast, 
AVhen  all  creatures,  at  the  blast, 
Rise  to  answer  for  the  past. 

5  Open  then  the  book  shall  lie, 
All  o'erwrit  for  every  eye, 
With  a  world's  iniquity. 

16* 


370  DAY    OF   JUDGMENT. 

6  Then  the  Judge  shall  sit ! — oh  !  then 
All  that's  hid  shall  be  made  plain, 
Unrequited  nought  remain. 

T  What  then,  wretched  !  shall  I  plead, 
Who  for  me  shall  intercede. 
When  the  righteous  scarce  is  freed  ? 

8  King  of  awful  majesty  ! 
Saving  souls  in  mercy  free  ; 
Fount  of  pity,  save  thou  me  ! 

9  O  remember,  Lord,  I  pray, 

I  the  cause  Avas  of  thy  way ; 
Do  not  lose  me  on  that  day ! 

10  Weary,  seeking  me,  wast  Thou, 
Thou  for  me  in  death  didst  bow — 
Be  thy  toils  availing  now  ! 

11  Nought  of  thee  my  prayers  can  claim, 
Save,  in  thy  free  mercy's  name. 

Save  me  from  the  deathless  flame  ! 

12  Suppliant,  fallen,  low  I  bend. 
My  bruis'd  heart  to  ashes  rend, 
Do  not  leave  me  in  my  end ! 

13  Full  of  tears  the  day  shall  prove, 
When,  from  ashes  rising,  move 
To  the  judgment  guilty  men — 
Spare,  thou  God  of  mercy !   then. 


DAY    OF   JUDGMENT.  371 

481.      7s. 

(^Another  Translation  of  the  Saine.) 

1  NiGHER  still,  and  still  more  nigh 
Draws  the  day  of  prophecy, 
Doom'd  to  melt  the  earth  and  sky. 

2  Oh,  what  trembling  there  shall  be. 
When  the  world  its  Judge  shall  see, 
Coming  in  dread  majesty  ! 

3  Hark  !   the  trump,  with  thrilling  tone, 
From  sepulchral  regions  lone, 
Summons  all  before  the  throne : 

4  Time  and  Death  it  doth  appal, 
To  see  the  buried  ages  all 
Rise  to  answer  at  the  call. 

5  What  shall  guilty  I  then  plead  ? 
Who  for  me  will  intercede. 
When  the  righteous  comfort  need  ? 

6  King  of  di-eadful  majesty  ! 
Who  dost  freely  justify. 
Fount  of  pity !  save  Thou  me. 

7  Recollect,  O  Love  Divine  ! 
'Twas  for  this  lost  sheep  of  thine, 
Thou  thy  glory  didst  resign  : 

8  Satest  wearied  seeking  me ; 
Sufferedst  upon  the  tree  : 
Let  not  vain  thy  labor  be  ! 

9  Judge  of  justice,  hear  my  prayer  ! 
Spare  me.  Lord,  in  mercy  spare. 
Ere  the  reckoning-day  appear  ! 


372  ETERNITY. 

10  Thou  didst  Mary's  guilt  forgive  ; 
Didst  the  dying  thief  receive  ; 
Hence  doth  hope  within  ine  live. 

11  Suppliant  in  the  dust  I  lie  ; 
Hear,  O  hear  me  graciously  ; 

Help  me,  Lord,  when,  death  is  nigh  ! 

482.     L.  M. 

1  The  day  of  wrath  !  that  dreadful  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ! 
What  power  shall  he  the  sinner's  stay  ? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day  ? 

2  When,  shrivelling  like  a  parched  scroll. 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll ; 
And  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread. 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead ! 

3  Oh  !  on  that  day — that  wrathful  day, 
AVhen  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay. 
Be  Thou  the  trembling  sinner's  stay. 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ! 

483.       L.M.     81. 
(A.  D.  1648.) 
1  Eteknity  !   Eternity  ! 

How  long  art  thou,  Eternity  ! 
And  yet  to  thee  Time  hastes  away, 
Like  as  tlie  war-horse  to  the  fray ; 
Or  swift  as  couriers  homeward  go. 
Or  ship  to  port,  or  shaft  from  bow. 
Ponder,  O  man,  Eternity ! 
Eternity !   Eternity ! 


HEAVEN. 


378 


2  Eternity!   Eternity! 

How  long  art  tliou,  Eternity ! 
For  even  as  on  a  perfect  sphere, 
End  nor  beginning  can  appear, 
Even  so,  Eternity,  in  thee 
Entrance  nor  exit  can  there  be. 
Ponder,  O  man.  Eternity ! 
Eternity !  Eternity ! 

484.       Ts. 

Dies  Vit.^.     {Tioelfth  Century.) 

1  Lo,  the  Day — the  Day  of  Life, 

Day  of  nnimagin'd  light, 
Day  when  Death  itself  shall  die. 
And  there  shall  be  no  more  night. 

2  Steadily  that  day  approacheth. 

When  the  just  shall  find  their  rest, 
When  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling. 
And  the  patient  reign  most  blest. 

3  See  the  King,  desir'd  for  ages. 

By  the  just  expected  long; 
Long  implorVl,  at  length  he  hasteth, 
Cometh  with  salvation  strong. 

4  O,  how  past  all  utt'rance  happy. 

Sweet  and  joyful  it  will  be, 
When  they  who — unseen — have  lov'd  him, 
Jesus  face  to  fiice  shall  see  ! 

5  In  that  day,  how  good  and  pleasant, 

This  poor  world  to  have  despis'd ! 
And  how  mournful,  and  how  bitter, 
Dear  that  lost  world  to  have  priz'd ! 


374  HEAVEN. 

6  Ble>:sed  then  earth's  patient  mourneis, 

Who  for  Christ  have  toiled  and  died, 
Driven  by  the  world's  roui>'h  pressure, 
In  these  mansions  to  abide  ! 

7  There  shall  be  no  sighs  or  weeping. 

Not  a  shade  of  doubt  or  fear, 
No  old  age,  no  want  or  sorrow, 
Nothiui2r  sick  or  lacking:  there. 

8  There  the  peace  wnll  be  unl)rokeri. 

Deep  and  solemn  joy  be  shed ; 
Y<;)uth  in  fixdeless  flower  and  freshness, 
And  salvation  perfected. 

9  What  will  be  the  bliss  and  rapture 

None  can  dream  and  none  can  tell, 
There  to  reign  among  the  angels. 
In  that  heavenly  home  to  dwell. 

10  To  those  realms,  just  Judge,  O  call  me. 
Deign  to  open  that  blest  gate, 
Thou  whom,  seeking,  looking,  longing, 
I,  with  eager  hope,  await ! 


485.       6s. 

[Seven  fee  nth  Century.) 

O  Christ,  how  good  and  fair 
Will  l)e  my  portion,  where 
Thine  eyes  on  me  shall  rest. 
And  make  me  fully  blest ; 
When  from  this  narrow  earth 
To  Thee  I  shall  spi'ing  ft)i'tli ! 


HEAVEN. 


375 


2  What  joy,  iinmix'd  and  full, 
Thou  treasure  of  the  soul, 
When,  in  that  home  above, 
Thy  heart  speaks  out  its  love 
To  all  made  one  with  thee — 
My  brothers.  Lord,  and  me  ! 

3  What  glorious  light  will  shine 
Forth  from  thy  face  divine, 
Which  in  that  life  untold 
Then  first  I  shall  behold ! 
How  will  thy  goodness  free 
Fill  me  with  ecstasy ! 

4  Lips,  whence  such  words  have  stream'd ! 
Eyes,  whence  such  pity  beam'd ! 

Side,  wounded  once  for  me ! 
All,  all  I  then  shall  see  ! 
With  rev'rent  rapture  greet 
Thy  pierced  hands  and  feet ! 

5  O  thou  poor  passing  earth  ! 
What  are  thy  treasures  worth 
Beside  those  heavenly  crowns, 
And  more  than  golden  thrones, 
Which  Christ  hath  treasur'd  there 
For  those  who  please  him  here  ? 

6  This  is  the  angels'  land. 
Where  all  the  blessed  stand  ; 
Here  I  hear  nought  but  sinking. 
See  all  with  gladness  springing ; 
Here  is  no  cross,  no  sorrow, 

No  parting  on  the  morrow ! 


376  HEAVEN. 

7  When  shall  that  joy  begin  ? 
When  wilt  thou  call  me  in  ? 
Thon  knowest !  hnt  my  feet 
Press  onward  thee  to  meet ; 
And  my  heart,  day  by  day, 
Bears  me  to  thee  away. 


486.       C.  M. 

1  Eaeth  has  ei\2;'ross'd  my  love  too  long ! 

'Tis  time  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father,  to  thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies. 

2  There  the  blest  Man,  my  Saviour,  sits : 

The  God  !  how  l^right  he  shines ! 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

3  Seraphs,  with  elevated  sti'ains. 

Circle  the  throne  around; 
And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains 
With  an  immortal  sound. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs : 

Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing ! 
Jesus,  the  life  of  all  our  joys, 
Sounds  sweet  fi-om  ev'ry  string. 

5  Now  let  me  mount  and  join  their  song, 

And  be  an  angel,  too ; 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue, 
Here's  joyful  work  for  you. 


HEAVEN", 

6  I  would  begin  the  music  here, 
And  so  my  soul  sliould  rise ; 
Oil,  for  some  heav'nly  notes  to  bear 
My  passions  to  tlie  skies. 

487.  L.  M. 

1  There  is  a  world  we  have  not  seen. 

Which  time  shall  never  dare  destroy. 
Where  mortal  footstep  hath  not  been. 
Nor  car  hath  caught  its  sounds  of  joy. 

2  There  is  a  region  lovelier  far 

Than  sages  tell,  or  poets  sing, 
Brighter  than  summer  beauties  are. 
And  softer  than  the  tints  of  spring. 

3  It  is  all  holy  and  serene, 

The  land  of  glory  and  repose  ; 
And  there,  to  dim  the  radiant  scene, 
The  tear  of  sorrow  never  flows. 

488.  c.  M. 

1  There  is  a  place  of  sacred  rest, 

Far,  far  beyond  the  skies. 
Where  beauty  smiles  eternally. 

And  pleasure  never  dies ; — 
My  Father's  house,  my  heavenly  home. 

Where  "  many  mansions"  stand. 
Prepared,  by  hands  divine,  for  all 

Who  seek  the  better  land. 

2  In  that  pure  home  of  tearless  joy 

Earth's  parted  friends  shall  meet, 


378  HEAVEX. 

Witli  smiles  of  love  that  never  ftide, 

And  blessedness  complete : 
There,  there,  adieus  are  sounds  unknown  ; 

Death  frowns  not  on  that  scene, 
But  life  and  glorious  beauty  shine, 

Untroubled  and  serene. 


489.       C.  M. 

1  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home ! 

Name  ever  dear  to  me ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end. 
In  joy,  and  peace,  in  thee  ? 

2  Oh  !  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend. 
Where  evermore  the  angels  sing. 
Where  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

3  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  Idoom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 
Blest  seats  !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes, 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

4  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe  ? 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view. 
And  realms  of  endh;ss  day. 

5  Jerusalem,  ray  glorious  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  tliy  joys  shall  see. 


HEAVEN.  379 


490.     7s. 


1  High  in  yonder  realms  of  liglit 

Dwell  tlie  raptur'd  saints  above, 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 
Blessed  in  Immanuers  love. 

2  Happy  spirits  !  ye  are  fled, 

Where  no  grief  can  entrance  find, 
Lnll'd  to  rest  the  aching  head, 
SoothVl  the  anguish  of  the  mind  ! 

3  All  is  tranquil  and  serene, 

Cahn  and  undisturV)'d  repose — 
There  no  cloud  can  intervene — 
There  no  angry  tempest  blows ! 

4  Ev'ry  tear  is  wip\l  away. 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast ; 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day — 
Sorrow — in  eternal  rest ! 


491.     7s. 

Who  are  these  in  bright  array  ? 

This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar,  night  and  day 

Tuning  their  triumphant  song  ? 
Woi'thy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain. 

Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain ; 

New  dominion  every  hour. 


380  HEAVEN. 

2  These  tlirougli  fieiy  trials  trod  ; 

These  from  great  affliction  came ; 
Now  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Seal'd  with  his  eternal  Name : 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor  palms  in  every  hand, 
Throngh  their  great  Redeemer's  might 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

8  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 

On  immortal  fi-uits  they  feed  ; 
Them  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead: 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs. 

Perfect  love  dispels  their  fears ; 
And,  forever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  tears. 


DOXOLOGIES. 


1.       L.  M. 


Praise  God,  from  wliom  all  blessings  flow  ! 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below  ! 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 

2.       C.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  we  adore. 

Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now. 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


3.       CM.     Double. 

The  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd. 
Who  calls  our  souls  from  death, 

Who  saves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
And  new-creating  breath ; 

To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  all  divine — 

The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One- 
Let  saints  and  angels  join. 


382  DOXOLOGIES. 


4.       S. M. 


Glory  to  God  on  hig-h  ! 

All  praise  and  glory  be 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Through  all  eternity. 

5.       H.  M. 

To  God  the  Father's  throne 
Your  highest  honors  raise ; 

Glory  to  God  tlie  Son  ; 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise ; 

With  all  our  powers,  eternal  King, 

Thy  name  we  sing,  while  faith  adores. 

6.  L.  P.  M. 

Now  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 

Eternal  praise  and  glory  given, — 
Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known. 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne. 

And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  heaven ! 

7.  C.  P.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host 

And  saints  on  earth  adore  ; 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past. 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last 

When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


DOXOLOGIES.  383 

8.      7s. 

Peaise  tlie  name  of  God  Most  Higli ; 
Praise  liiiir,  all  below  the  sky ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Grhost ! 

9.       Ys.     61. 

Praise  the  name  of  God  Most  High ; 
Praise  him,  all  below  the  sky ; 
Praise  hira,  all  ye  heavenly  host — ■ 
Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost ! 
As  through  countless  ages  past. 
Evermore  his  praise  shall  last. 

10.       8s  and  7s. 

Praise  the  Father,  earth  and  heaven, 
Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise, 

As  it  was,  and  is,  be  given 
Glory  through  eternal  days. 

1.1.        8s  and  7s. 

Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven. 

Earth  is  with  its  fullness  stor'd ; 
Unto  thee  l^e  glory  given. 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Heaven  is  still  with  glory  ringing. 

Earth  takes  up  the  angels'  cry, 
"  Holy,  holy,  holy,"  singing, 

"  Lord  of  hosts,  the  Lord  most  high  !" 


384  DOXOLOGIES. 

12.       8s,  7s  and  4. 

Geeat  Jehovali,  we  adore  tliee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne  ; 

Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One ! 

13.        7s  and  6s.     Iambic. 

Eteeistal  praise  l^e  given. 

And  songs  of  highest  worth, 
By  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

And  all  the  saints  on  earth. 
To  God,  supreme  confessed, 

To  Christ,  his  only  Son, 
And  to  the  Spirit  blessed. 

Eternal  Three  in  One. 

14.       6s  and  4s. 

To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 
-  Hence  evermore ; 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 
Love  and  adore. 

15.      lis. 

Come,  let  us  adore  Him  ;  come,  bow  at  his  feet ; 
O  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is  meet ; 
Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the  skies. 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


FAOB 

*A  hymn  of  glory  let  us  sing Bede.     73 

A  pool-  wayfaring  man  of  grief Montgomery.  217 

Abide  with  me,  fast  falls  the  eventide Lytc.  244-- 

Abide  with  us,  and  still  unfold Raffle-'^.     72 

According  to  thy  gracious  word Montgomery.  271 

Alas !  how  poor  and  little  worth . .  From  the  Spanish  ;  Longfellow.  310 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name Duncan.     87 

All  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord Montgomery.   112 

*A11  ye  who  seek  a  certain  cure Lyra  Catholica.\  150- 

*Amid  the  deepest  shades  of  night Jaiie  Taylor.   289 

And  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight IIyde.\  161 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail G.  Wesley.  329 

*And  now  that  years  have  sped  away Latrohe.  293 

Angel,  roll  the  rock  away T.  Scott.     7 1 

Angels,  from  the  realms  of  glory Montgomery.     45 

Another  hand  is  beckoning  us \Miittier.  344 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done Stennett.     99 

Around  Bethesda's  healing  wave Barton.     57 

As  fail  the  waters  from  the  deep Montgomery.  315 

As  midst  the  ever-rolling  sea Bowring.  358 

As  much  have  I  of  worldly  good Conder.  227 

As  on  the  verge  of  youth  ray  mind Merrick.     35 

As  o'er  the  past  ray  memory  strays Middleton.   169 

*As  the  good  shepherd  tends  his  care Pope.\  277 

*As  the  harp-strings  only  render Adam  of  St  Victor.  249- 

Asleep  in  Jesus — blessed  sleep Mrs.  Machay  363 

*At  evening,  when  his  toils  were  o'er Montgomery.     77 

Author  of  good,  to  thee  we  turn Merrick.     36 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song Hammond.  183 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun Kerr.  125 

Awake,  my  soul,  lift  up  thine  eyes Mrs.  Barbaidd.  207 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve Doddridge.  209 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays Medley.  181 

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Awake,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes Doddridge.  308 

Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound Occum.  170 

Be  J03'ful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the  earth Afontgomery.  Ill 

Be  still,  my  heart,  these  anxious  cares , . . .  .Neivton.  247 

Begin,  my  soul,  the  exalted  lay Ogilvie.       7 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door Gregg-   154 

Behold  the  path  that  mortals  tread 316 

Behold  the  western  evening  light Peabody.  337 

Behold  where,  in  a  mortal  form Enfield.     79 

Bestow,  O  Lord,  upon  our  youth Cowper.\  289 

Beyond,  beyond  that  boundless  sea Conder.     10 

Beyond  where  Cedron's  waters  flow <S'.  F.  Smith.     63 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God ....    235 

Blessed  night,  when  first  that  plain Bonar.     47 

Blest  V;e  the  tie  that  binds Fawcett.  221 

Blest  Comforter  Divine 94 

Blest  hour  when  mortal  man  retires Bafffes.     98 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart 3fr.s.  Barbauld.  219 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 153 

*Bound  upon  the  accursed  tree Mil)nan.\     69 

Bread  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken Heber.  271 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning Heber.     49 

*Brother,  thou  art  gone  before  us Mil)nan.\  350 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill Mi/man.  291 

Calm  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God Mrs.  Hemann.  344 

Calm,  on  the  listening  ear  of  night Sear.t.     44 

*Champion  of  Jesus !    man  of  God  ! Brydges.  348 

*Child,  by  God's  sweet  mercy  given Fphraem  Syriis.  342 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 93 

Come,  0  tliou  Traveller  unknown C.   Wesley.   186 

-Come,  trembling  sitmer,  in  whose  breast Jo7ies.\  163 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distressed Mrs.  Steele.   151 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  you  languish Mo(>rt.\   147 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched IIart.\   162 

Conmiit  thou  all  thy  griefs Paid  Gerhard.   241 

Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain JVewtoii.   193 

Creator  Spirit !  by  whose  aid Drydcn.     91 

*Dark  the  night — the  sun  will  wake Latrobe.  236 

Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness 283 

Daugliter  of  Zion,  from  the  dust Montgomery.   281 

Day  of  Judgment !  Day  of  wonders! Newton.   368 

Dear  as  thou  wert,  and  justly  dear Dale.  339 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES.  387 

PAOE 

Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul Mrs.  Steele.  246 

Dear  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should  stray 270 

Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze Heber.  313 

Deathless  principle,  arise Toplady.  332 

Deep  are  the  wounds  that  sin  hath  made Mm.  Steele.  149 

Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  draw  near Hastings.  156 

Depart  awhile,  each  thought  of  care J.  Hughes.  116 

Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long Watts.  376 

*Earth  to  earth,  and  dust  to  dust Croly.\  349 

Earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  flowers 24 

*Ere  men  adored,  or  angels  knew Mrs.  Rome.  22 

E'^ernal  Wisdom,  Thee  we  praise Watts.  19 

*Eternity  !  Eternity Wulfer.  872 

*Eye  of  God's  Word!  wliere'er  we  turn Keble.\  139 

*Faint  not,  poor  traveller,  though  thy  way Norton.  238 

*Fair  as  the  moon,  when  in  the  skies 260 

Far,  far  o'er  hill  and  dell 345 

Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee Cuwper.  203 

Father,  how  wide  Thy  glory  sliines Watts.  39 

*Father  of  all !     My  Father  too Dickson.  286 

Father  of  all !   whose  care  extends Pope.\  123 

Father  of  mercies,  in  Thy  Word Mrs.  Steele.  140 

Father,  Tiiy  gentle  cliastisement H.   Wnre,  Jr.  249 

*Father,  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done Montgomery.  317 

"Father,  to  us  Thy  iSon  reveal Montgomery.  79 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss Mrs.  Steele.  201 

Few  are  thy  days,  and  full  of  woe Logan.  312 

*Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come Montgoiiiery.  170 

Forever  with  the  Lord Montgomery.  362 

*For  us,  the  bitter  Cross  He  bore 64 

Fountain  of  life  and  living  breath John  Quarles.  39 

Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns Browne.  120 

Friend  after  friend  departs Montgomery.  356 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows Stoioell.  204 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains Heber.  279 

From  Jesse's  root  behold  a  Branch  arise Pope.  51 

From  his  low  bed  of  mortal  dust   346 

Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us Hastings.  202 

Glorious  things  of  Thee  are  spoken Newton.  262 

Glory  to  God  on  high 89 

Glory  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night Ken.  1 32 

Go  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious  prime Montgomery.  349 


388  INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES, 

PAGE 

God  is  our  refuge  and  defence Montgomer]i.\   lot; 

God  of  my  life,  to  Thee  I  call Coivper.  245 

*God  of  the  earth's  extended  plains Peabody.     13 

Grace!    'tis  a  charming  sound Doddridge.  185 

Grateful  notes  and  numbers  bring 189 

Great  God,  this  sacred  day  of  Tliine Mrs.  Steele.  102 

Great  God !  what  do  I  see  and  hear Luther.  367 

Great  God,  with  wonder  and  with  praise Watts.   141 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah From  a  Welsh  Ili/mn.  202 

Hail  the  day  that  saw  Him  rise Madan.     75 

Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning Haxthigs.  284 

Hail  to  the  Loi'd's  anointed Montgomery.  274 

Hark,  hark,  the  notes  of  joy 44 

Hark,  how  he  prays! — the  charming  sound Watts.     65 

Hark,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes Doddridge.     54 

Hark,  the  lierald  angels  say 72 

Hark,  the  herald  angels  sing C.  Wesley.     46 

Hark,  the  song  of  jubilee Montgomery.  284 

Hark,  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy Francis.     68 

*Hark,  'tis  the  breeze  of  twilight  calling Moore.  135 

Hai-k,  what  mean  those  holj'  voices Caicood.     43 

Hasten,  0  sinner,  to  be  wise T.  Seott.  157 

Have  mercy  on  me,  O  my  God Montgomery.  146 

*rie  climbed  the  mountain,  and  behold Montgomery.     52 

He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies Wattx.]     70 

He  lives,  the  grt^at  Redeemer  lives Mrs.  Steele.     86 

*IIe  looked  to  heaven,  and  sadly  sighed Keble.^     58 

Heal  us,  Immanuel,  here  we  stand Cowper.     59 

,  *IIeaven  is  my  roof,  earth  is  my  floor Baxter.  228 

High  in  yonder  realms  of  light Raffles.  379 

Ho,  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh 148 

*Holy  Spirit,  in  my  breast  93 

Holy  Spirit !  Love  Divine 95 

Holy  Giiost,  with  light  divine Reed.     95 

*How  are  thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord Addison.  295 

How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine Coxe.     80 

How  beauteous  the  sight Montgomery.   1 17 

How  blest  are  they  whose  transient  years Norton.  345 

How  blest  the  righteous  wh-en  they  die Mrs.  Barhauld.   336 

How  blest  tiie  sacred  tie  that  binds Mrs.  Barhanld.   222 

How  deep  and  tranquil  is  the  joy Reed.  225 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord Kirkhnm.   174 


INDEX    OF    FIEST   LINES.  3,S1> 

vm;e 

How  glorious  is  our  Ileavenl^^  King Wattx.  '2S7 

How  happy  is  he  born  and  tauglit Wotton.\  226 

How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot ./.  Wesley.  229 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies Mrs.  Steele.  143 

How  long  sometimes  a  day  appears Jaiie  Taylor.  288 

How  long  the  time  since  Christ  began Heber.  167 

How  lovely  are  thy  dwellings  fair Milton.  108 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight    Swain.  220 

How  sweet  to  bless  the  Lord 117 

How  sweetly  flowed  the  Gospel's  sound Bowring.  bb 

I  cannot  always  trace  the  waj^ 23 

I  cast  above  my  tearful  eyes , Koscoe.  256 

*I  gave  up  to  the  heavens  above Latrobe.\  23 

*I  know  that  ray  Redeemer  lives Latrobe.  327 

I  left  the  God  of  truth  and  light Montgomery.  166 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord , Dwig/it.  267 

*1  love  to  sing  of  that  great  Power 179 

*I  read  Thj'  name  emblazoned  high Jfrs.  Barbauhl.  10 

*I  see  Him  in  his  works  of  might Latrobe.  17 

*I  shine  in  the  light  of  God 361 

I  sing  the  almighty  power  of  God Watts.  12 

*I  think  upon  the  gentle  mould Latrobe.  364 

I  would  not  live  alway,  I  ask  not  to  sta\' Muhlenberg.  321 

If  human  kindness  meets  return Noel.  270 

If  in  a  temple  made  with  hands • Lamport.  100 

Immortal  King  !   through  earth's  wide  frame Merrick.  25 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways Ryland.  208 

In  darkness  willingly  I  strayed 192 

In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid Hawkesworth.  126 

*In  the  hour  when  thoughts  ari-se Latrobe.  248 

*In  the  morning  hear  my  voice Montgomery.  132 

*Iu  the  waste  howling  wilderness Keble.\  259 

In  thy  courts,  O  Lord,  assembling Kelly.  103 

In  vain  I  trace  creation  o'er Mrs.  Steele.  201 

It  is  not  death  to  die Bethune.  328 

Jehovah  God,  thy  gracious  power John  Tlwmson.  18 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 378 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be Gregg.  207 

Jesus,  I  know,  hath  died  for  me 177 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 232 

Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul G.  Wesley.  182 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  thee Bernard.  180 


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PAGE 

Jesus,  thy  robe  of  righteousness Zinzendorf.   18-1 

*Jesiis,  who  is  all  my  trust.  .  .Louim  Henrietta  of  Brandenburg.   175 

Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow Newton.  234 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea Charlotte  Elliot.   164 

Lamb  of  God !  whose  bleeding  love   C.  Wesley.  273 

*Leave  God  to  order  all  thy  ways.    Neianarck.  240 

Let  me  go,  the  day  is  breaking Moiitgouiery.   334 

Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing C.  Weslei/.   223 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake Doddridge.   268 

*Lift  up  thine  eyes,  afflicted  soul Montgomery.  237 

Lo,  God  is  here,  let  us  adore , .    ..../.  Wede.y.\  101 

Lo,  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending 368 

*Lo  !  my  Shepherd's  hand  divine Merrick.     27 

*Lo !  the  Day— the  Day  of  life 373 

Lo  !   what  a  cloud  of  witnesses 209 

*^Lo !    where  His  thunder's  voice Latrobe.\  299 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thj-  blessing Burder.   122 

Lord,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see ...  Watts.  287 

Lord,  I  believe,  thy  power  I  own Wreford.   191 

Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care Baxter.  250 

Lord,  let  tne  know  mine  end Montgomery.   316 

Lord  of  earth,  thy  forming  hand R.  Grant.   190 

Lord,  we  come  to  ask  thy  blessing Codman.  295 

Lord,  what  olfering  shall  we  bring /.  Taylor.  216 

Love  Divine,  all  love  excelling C.  Wenley.   198 

May  I  remember.  Lord,  to  thee Montgomery.  251 

*Merey  and  goodness,  O  my  God ifontgomery.     33 

My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years Green.  312 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee R.  Palmer.   173 

*My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day Brydges.  265 

My  God,  all  nature  owns  thy  sway Miss  II.  M.  Williams.   302 

*M}^  God,  beneath  Thy  watching  ej-e Montgomery.   131 

My  God,  I  thank  Thee  !   may  no  thought Norton.  254 

My  God,  the  covenant  of  Thy  love Doddridge.   252 

My  God,  Thy  boundless  love  I  praise Henry  Moore.     25 

Mj-  prayer  hath  power  with  God  :    the  grace C.   Wesley.  186 

*My  Saviour,  what  Thou  didst  of  old De  La  Motte  Fonque.     60 

New  every  morning  is  the  love KeMe.\  124 

*Nigher  still,  and  still  more  nigh Thomas  of  Celano.  371 

*Night  is  the  time  to  weep Montgomery.  S07 

No  war,  nor  battle's  sound Milton. \     40 

No  bitter  tears  for  thee  be  shed Mrs.  Hemans.  340 


INDEX  OF   FIRST   LINES.  391 

PAGE 

Not  for  the  pious  dead  we  weep Mrs.  Barbauld.   360 

Not  he  whose  baseless  hope  relies '^14 

*Not  in  the  world  of  light  alone Holmes.     19 

Not  seldom,  clad  in  radiant  vest Wordmorth,  234 

Not  to  the  Mount  that  burned  with  fire Montgomery.   104 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme Longford.     88 

*Now  doth  the  sun  ascend  the  sky Lgra  Catholica.   127 

Now  is  the  accepted  time Dohell.  155 

Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime 107 

*Now  rests  her  soul  in  Jesus'  arms Allendorff.\  352 

O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul 33 

O  blest  Creator  of  the  light Lyra  Catholica.  127 

O  cease,  my  wandering  soul 263 

*0  Charity,  who  from  above Moore.  216 

*0  Christ,  how  good  and  fair Suggested  by  Gerhard.  374 

Oh,  could  1  speak  the  matchless  worth Medley.     89 

Oh,  deem  not  they  are  blest  alone Bryant.  255 

Oh  for  a  closer  walk  with  God Cowper.  195 

Oh  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God G.   Wedey.  199 

Oh,  from  the  world's  vile  slavery Gotterill.  196 

O  God,  my  strength,  my  hope C.   Wesley.\   199 

O  God  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand Logan.     37 

O  God,  Thou  art  my  God  alone Montgomery.  191 

*0  God,  unseen  but  not  unknown Montgomery.  323 

O  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice Doddridge.^  266 

O  happy  is  the  man  who  hears Logan.  224 

O  happy  soul,  that  lives  on  high Watts.  229 

Oh,  help  us,  Lord,  each  hour  of  need Milmau.     61 

*0  Holy  Ghost!  Thou  Fire  Divine King  Robert  of  France.     92 

O  how  kindly  did  our  Lord 195 

O  Israel,  who  is  like  to  thee 230 

O  let  my  trembling  soul  be  still Bowring.   239 

O  Lord,  my  best  desire  fulfil Cowper.  246 

O  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire 107 

O  Sacred  Head,  now  wounded Paul  Gerhard.     67 

0  Spirit  of  the  living  God 3fontgomery.  281 

*0h,  sweet  was  the  voice  of  the  Fii-st-born  of  Heaven. .  .Heber.     86 

*:0h,  that  Day  1  that  Day  of  ire Thomas  of  Celano.  369 

Oh  that  my  heart  were  right  with  Thee Toplady.  19'r- 

Oh  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone G.  Wesley.  169 

*0  Thou  great  Power,  in  whom  I  move. . , Wotton.\  326 

0  Thou  to  whom  all  creatures  bow Tate — Brady.     26 


892  INDEX    OF   FIRST    LINES. 

PA(iK 

-*0  Thou  true  life  of  all  that  lives Li/ra  Vatholka.   \Zb 

*0  Tliou  unknown,  Almighty  Cause Composite.  325 

O  Thou  who  dry'st  the  mourner's  tear J\Ioorc.\  '253 

O  Thou  who  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith Topladi/.   Itj5 

*0  Thou  who,  though  with  veiled  face 64 

O  time  !  how  few  thy  value  weigh T.  Scoft.  155 

Oh,  turn,  great  Ruler  of  the  skies Merrick.   193 

Oh !  'twas  a  joyful  sound  to  hear 7'ate — Brady.   109 

*0h,  what  is  life?  'tis  like  a  flower 318 

-Oh,  where  are  kings  and  empires  now Uoxe.\  259 

Oh,  where  shall  rest  be  found Jlontgovtcri/.   142 

*0h,  why  should  the  spirit  of  mortal  be  proud Knox.  314 

Oft,  in  the  visions  of  the  night J^.  Scott.     32 

Our  Father  God,  who  art  in  heaven Jiuhon.  1 1 9 

Our  heavenly  Father,  hear Montgomery.   118 

Our  path-way  oft  is  wet  with  tears Barton.  23(j 

Our  willing  feet  shall  stand Montgomery.   110 

O'er  mountain  tops  the  mount  of  God Logan.  270 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness Williams.  280 

O'er  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness Cotterill.  277 

Parting  soul !  tlie  flood  awaits  thee    Edmeston.  332 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan 147 

People  of  the  living  God Montgomery.  2ti4 

Pilgrim,  burden'd  with  thy  sin 149 

*Praise  Him,  all  ye  hosts  above Montgomery.  113 

Praise,  oh,  praise  the  name  Divine Merrick.   117 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  let  praise  employ Mr».  Steele.  112 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  on  every  height Mm.  Hematia.   1 13 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire Mo7itgomery.  2<>5 

Religion's  yoke  is  soft  and  light Montgomery.\  224 

Restore,  0  Father,  to  our  times  restore 220 

Return,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest Montgomery.  205 

Return,  O  wanderer,  return Collyer.  1(53 

Rise,  crowned  with  light,  imperial  Salem,  rise Pope.  203 

Rise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise Brydges.     74 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings Ceimick.  281 

Rise,  O  my  soul,  pursue  the  path Needham.  210 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me Toplady.  192 

*Sacrcd  Head,  so  bruised  and  wounded Bernard.     GO 

Saviour,  Source  of  every  blessing Robinson.\  182 

*See  liow,  beneath  the  moonbeam's  smile Moore.  315 

See  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain Kellii.\  278 


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See  Israel's  gentle  Sliepherd  stand Doddridge.  269 

Servant  of  God,  well  done Montgomery.  347 

Shall  man,  the  lord  of  nature Heber.  305 

Since  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time •  •  Hervey.     38 

Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord •  •  Doddridge.  233 

Sinners!  turn— why  will  ye  die /.  Wedey.  159 

Sinners !  will  you  scorn  the  message Allen.\  159 

Slowly,  by  God's  hand  unfurled Fnrness.  136 

So  fades  the  lovely  blooming  flower Mrs.  Steele.  339 

Softly,  now,  the  light  of  day Doane.  135 

Soil  not  thy  plumage,  gentle  dove Brydges.   128— 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise— And  put C.  Wesley.  211 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise— The  God Lyra  Catholica.  211 

Spirit  Divine,  attend  our  prayer Reed.     91 

Spirit,  leave  thy  house  of  clay .Montgomery.^  335 

Spirit  of  power  and  might,  behold Montgomery.  278 

*Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  by  day  and  night Montgomery.  285 

Sun  of  my  soul !  Thou  Saviour  dear Kehle.  133 

Sweet  day,  so  cool,  so  calm,  so  bright Herbert.^  305 

Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve Edmeston.  121 

Sweet  the  moments,  i-ich  in  blessing 272 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt Newton.  194 

Take  comfort,  Cliristians,  when  your  friends 356 

That  once-loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead Mrs.  Steele.  340 

The  broken  ties  of  happier  days Montgomery.  254 

The  day  approaches,  O  my  soul Doddridge.  144 

The  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day W.  Scott.   372 

The  dead  are  like  the  stars  by  day Barton.  358 

Tlie  earth,  thou  Majesty  divine 212 

*Thee  in  the  watches  of  the  niglit Montgomery.  137 

The  festal  morn,  my  God,  is  come Merrick,  from  Zuinger.     96 

*Tlie  glories  of  our  birth  and  state Shirley.^  311 

The  God  of  Abraham  praise Oliver.   188 

*The  God  of  nature  and  of  grace Montgomery.     15 

*The  God  of  love  my  Shepherd  is Herbert.     30 

*The  heart  of  childhood  is  all  mirth KtUe.  2112 

The  hour  of  my  departure's  come Logan.   331 

The  leaves  around  me  falling 3(i4 

The  Lord  descended  from  above SlernJiold.     21 

The  Lord  in  trouble  hear  thee Lyte.   119 

The  Lord  is  King,  lift  up  thy  voice Conder.     21 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want  shall  1  kwow .  Montgomery.     29 


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The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare Addison.  28 

The  Lord  our  God  is  full  of  might H.  K.  White.  20 

The  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all H.  K.   White.   10 

The  mellow  eve  is  gliding 306 

The  mighty  fl'ood  that  rolls  along Logan.  313 

The  mourners  came  at  break  of  day Miss  S.  T*.  Adams.  354 

Tlie  Saviour,  when  to  heaven  he  rose Doddridge.]  268 

The  sjiacious  firmament  on  high Addison.  9 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 153 

*The  storm  is  busy  in  the  sky Latrobe.  300 

Tiie  tempter  to  my  soul  bath  said Montgoinerg.  242 

The  world  lay  hushed  in  elumber  deep ('ampbell.  47 

There  is  a  ealm   for  those  who  weep Moyitgomeri/.  320 

*Ther(!  is  a  calm  the  poor  in  spirit  know 258 

Tlicre  is  a  fountain   fill'd  with  blood Cou<per.\  174 

There  is  a  place  of  sacred  rest A'.  Tambull.  377 

*There  is  a  star  that  gilds  the  gloom Mrs.  Thayer.]  257 

There  is  a  state  unknown,  unseen Jane  Taylor.  204 

*There  is  a  world  we  have  not  seen 377 

Tliere  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest Tappan.  322 

*They  all  are  gone  to  the  world  of  light Vanghan.\  359 

Tiiey  that  toil  upon  the  deq) Montgomery.  298 

Thine  earthly  Sabba-tiis,  Lord,  we  love Doddridge.]  121 

*This  mortal  life  will  soon  be  past Montgomery.]  319 

This  place  is  holy  ground Montgomery.  338 

This  world,  O  Lord,  like  tliat  above Madame  Guyon.]  17 

*Thou,  all  given  up  to  woe 65 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  we  will  not  deplore  thee.  .Heber.  352 

*Tlioa  art  gone  up  on  high 82 

♦Thou'rt  mine,  yes,  still  tiiou  art  my  own .Panl  Gerhard.]  341 

Tluni  art  my  hiding-place.  O  Lord Kajfles.  178 

Thou  art,  O  God,  the  life  and  light Moore.  12 

Thou  art  the  Waj',  to  thee  alone Doane.  184 

Thou  hidden  Love  of  God,  whose  height C.   Wesley.  197 

Thou  hidden  soui'ce  of  calm  repose C.   Wesley.  187 

Thou  who  didst  stoop  below 83 

niouirh  I  walk  tlie  downward  shade Montgomery.  327 

Tiiounh  sorrows  rise  and  dangers  roll Heber.]  168 

Thrice  htippy  souls,  who,  born  of  heaven Doddridge.  226 

Through  ail  the  changing  scenes  of  life Tale.  34 

Tlirough  life's  vajiors  dimly  seeing Vonder.  324 

Through  sorrow's  night,  and  danger's  path //.  A'.  White.]  365 


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Thy  glory.  Lord,  the  heavens  declare Montganiery.  8 

Thy  lieaven,  on  which  'tis  bliss  to  look Mowe.  15 

Thy  law  is  perfect,  Lord  of  light Montgomery.  138 

Thy  waj-,  O  God,  is  in  the  sea Fawcet.  38 

Thy  will  be  done — I  will  not  fear Roscoe.  252 

*Thy  \Vord,0  Lord,  like  gentle  dews From  the  German.^  140 

*'Tis  enough,  the  hour  is  come Merrick.  53 

To  Him  who  loved  the  souls  of  men 274 

To  Thee  all  angels  cry  aloud Patrick.  114 

To  thy  temple  I  repair Montgomery.  99 

*To  us,  to  every  human  heart Montgomery.  215 

*Triumphal  arch,  that  fill'st  the  sky Campbell.  301 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb Wattft.  351 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame Pope.  385 

"Wait,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will Beddome.  244 

Waked  by  the  trumpet's  sound 145 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night Bowring.  48 

*We  saw  thee  not,  when  Thou  didst  tread Price.^  77 

*Weep  not  for  those  whom  the  veil  of  the  tomb Moore.^  343 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest WattK.\  97 

*What  change  within  us  one  short  hour Trench.\  206 

What  is  the  thing  of  greatest  price Montgomery.  143 

*  What  though  the  solid  rocks  be  rout Pitt.  261 

When  all  thy  mercies,  0  my  God Addison.  31 

When,  as  returns  this  solemn  da}- 3Irs.  Barbauld.  101 

When  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life Collyer.  325 

When  brighter  suns  and  milder  skies Peabody.  303 

*When  constant  Faith  and  holy  Hope  shall  die Prim:  215 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view R.  Grant.  84 

*When  God,  of  old,  came  down  from  heaven Keble.  105 

*When  heavy  on  this  troubled  breast Raffes.  257 

When  he  who,  from  the  scourge  of  wrong Bryant.  365 

*When  I  behold  the  heavens  on  high 3Iontgmnery.  27 

When  in  these  courts  we  seek  thy  face 3{ontgomery.\  103 

When  Israel,  of  the  Lord  beloved W.  Scott.  301 

When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still Campbell.  41 

When  languor  and  disease  invade Toplady.  14:2, 

When  life,  as  opening  buds,  is  sweet Mrn.  Barbauld.  319 

When,  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere Montgomery,  j;  62 

When,  marshalled  on  the  niglitly  plain H.  K.  White.  50 

When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past Noel.  243 

When  power  divine,  in  mortal  form J.  E.  Smith.  58 


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Wlien  rising  from  the  bed  of  death. Addison.  145 

When  shall  we  all  meet  again 3U9 

*When  sinks  my  soul,  oppressed  with  care Th<ymso7i.\     56 

When  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies R.  Grant.  130 

When  the  harvest  is  past,  and  the  summer  is  gone.  .S.  F.  Smith.  158 

*  When  tlie  old  seer,  by  vision  led Hogg.     52 

Wiien  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 366 

When  the  spark  of  life  is  waning Dale.  330 

When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose •  •  Edmeston.     97 

When  this  passing  world  is  done McCheyne..   176 

When  through  the  torn  sail  tlie  wild  tempest  is  streaming. .  ITefier.   297 

When  thy  mortal  life  is  fled &.  F.  Smith.   160 

When,  with  my  mind  devoutlj'  pressed Browne.   171 

Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise Mrs.  Steele.     81 

*Where'er  I  gaze  below Latrobe.   129 

Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands Logan.     85 

*  Where  is  tlie  aspect  more  than  heaven  serene.  .From  the  Italian.     69 

While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night Tate.     42 

Whilst  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power Miss  H.  M.   Williams.  122 

While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun Newton.  308 

Who  are  these  in  bright  array Montgomery.  379 

AVho,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  o'er Lyte.  213 

*Who  that  hath  ever  been Montgomery.  318 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends Watt'<.\  350 

Why  lament  the  Christian  dying 354 

Wliy,  on  the  bending  willows  hung 282 

Why  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow 355 

Why  should  we  weep  for  those  who  die Mrs.  Gilbert.  357 

Wide,  ye  heavenly  gates,  unfold 213 

*Within  this  awful  volume  lies W.  Scott.   1 38 

With  one  consent,  let  all  the  eartli late — Brady.   1 1 () 

Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell Doddridge.  330 

Ye  hearts,  with  youthful  vigor  warm Doddridge.  290 

*Ye  holy  angels  bright Baxter.\   115 

Ye  who  in  his  courts  are  found 148 

Ye  wretched,  liungry,  starving  poor Mrs.  Steele.   152 

Yet  a  few  year.«,  or  days,  perhaps Hatvkesworth.  310 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints Toplady.  239 


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